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He had made sure that nobody was hurt, and Norm, who evidently was well enough to initiate a make out session as well as jump into his arms like a kangaroo, was doing just fine physically.
                 
    As if reading Dodge’s thoughts, Norm placed two sweaty, fire smelling hands on his bare chest and came closer. It didn’t matter that Dodge didn’t like taller guys. It also didn’t matter that half the people on the street, some from the gay bar and some from another place down a ways, were watching the two of them with looks ranging from amusement to shock.
                 
    “I have an apartment down the street,” purred Norm, “and I’ve never been rescued before. What’s your name, hero?”
                 
    “Dodge Falon,” he said quickly, wondering if he would regret it later if Norm turned out to be a deranged stalker. “I’m a firefighter.”
             
    As much as Norm had been a limp log in the fire, he most certainly was no slouch now. Dodge was standing very still, trying to figure out what was going and what planet Norm had dropped down from, when he was yanked forward with extreme power. Dodge struggled for just a moment, but then he caught sight of Norm’s glistening green eyes and sweaty chest, and he thought, What the hell? This guy is sexy, and it is my night off. Dodge began to move forward.
                 
    The two of them walked by many a concerned pedestrian, and Dodge cast a sideways look at Norm again, wondering about the quirky and strange personality that the man had. It most certainly wasn’t normal behavior to launch princess-style into a firefighter’s arms. In most case scenarios, people were too excited to go back to their families to bother hitting on him.
                 
    They came to a stop in front of a small apartment building. It was three stories tall, and an old woman was outside walking a fat dog. If she thought that the fact that Dodge was sweaty, covered in soot, and was holding hands with Norm was an oddity, then it most certainly didn’t show on her face. Instead, she waved her hand and said, “Hey, Norm.”
             
    Norm waved back, swearing loudly as he fumbled around his sweaty chest before he stuck his hand inside of his pant pocket, pulling out a key. As Dodge leaned over, looking at Norm’s package, he noted the admirable erection there. Suddenly, Dodge felt subconscious. Dodge was massive in the muscle compartment, but would he measure up to Norm’s size?
                 
    The two of them stumbled inside and went up to the second floor. They headed down the short, four-door hallway and paused only briefly as Norm fumbled with yet another door lock. Dodge half considered running at this point, as the lust filled heat and adrenaline was wearing off. He shouldn’t be doing this. It was unprofessional, even off the job. It didn’t matter that Norm had the thickest eyelashes that he had ever seen or that he had a massive erection.
                 
    As if reading Dodge’s thoughts, Norm stopped mid-fumble and pressed him against the wall with a giggle that did not fit his large body. Norm moved his lips on top of Dodge’s again, slipping his tongue in only once, before he nipped down hard on his bottom lip. Suddenly, Dodge’s heart was pounding again, and any thought of leaving was once more swept from his mind. Norm had a pace of his own, and Dodge apparently was along for the ride.
                 
    After Norm had made sure that all thoughts of leaving were far from Dodge’s mind, he opened his apartment door. The inside of Norm’s room was a testimonial to every movie heroine known to man. As Dodge was standing there awe-struck, realizing that Norm had not been joking about his “You’re my hero!” wording, two big, strong hands came from behind and ran down Dodge’s chest and over his abs. Norm sunk his teeth once