Funny Firefighters Novels & Stories

He smiled, kissed my cheek, and as we walked, we heard shouting from another part of the park. We saw a small cart on fire. A few minutes later, we heard sirens. A large fire truck arrived, and the big men riding it got out. They were calm, and I was amazed by their looks. I didn't expect to see something like this. They looked like movie stars!

The fireman nodded his head and then barked, "Lark, get the drug kit and test it." Lark? My gaze instantly moved to the tall fireman, and it was met by Tristan's green gaze. I didn't know he volunteered for the fire-station. His gaze did a cursory once over, checking to make sure I was okay, before turning to get the kit. "Got it chief," he called over his shoulder, disappearing out the door. "These things are normally false alarms," the chief started explaining, leading me over to one of the chairs and had me sit down. "It is usually a prank or a scare tactic. The substance is usually flour or some kind of household good that is not harmful."

I'm sure they are sick of having to come out here. It takes hours to get through all the statements and legal mumbo jumbo when we are escorted to the station. I am antsy and despise the thought of Creature being stuck in the hallway. When we are allowed to leave, we are set back out at the remains of the house as fire fighters babysit the fire. They soak the area around the house, but make no attempt to save the house. I smile as it crackles and wood pops. I toss a stone at it and the firemen laugh and kick dirt and gravel at it, visibly relaxing when they realize I also wanted this house destroyed.

Then Sarah Jo steered the conversation in another direction. “So do you really like being a firefighter?” I nodded, smiling. “I love it.” “Isn’t it scary?” she asked. “I mean, most people run from fires, not to them.” “I mean, if you’re not a little scared, you’re just crazy. Fire is no joke. But being able to help people that way makes up for it. Saving someone’s life, or even just their home and memories, makes it all worth it at the end of the day.”

“Yeah, that’s good enough. See that big old car? You know an old person lives there. It’s a grandpa car. We put it on his doorstep. He’ll stomp on it. It’ll be great!” So, our two idiots took their sack of poop, poured lighter fluid on it, and walked up the steps to the old man’s porch, lit the sack on fire, and rang the doorbell. And, of course, they were right. He came to the door, saw the bag on fire, and stomped on it… barefoot! “Ha-ha-ha-ha, that’s the funniest shit I ever saw! Get it? Funniest shit?” laughed Paul.

“Safe zone? How can there be a safe zone? Fire doesn’t just stop burning.” The soldier slapped the other against the back of his head, “your momma must have dropped you on your head. Why would anyone give you the job to pour gasoline? With your brains, you’ll probably set yourself on fire.” “Just tell me, dickhead.” The smart soldier sighed, “we’ve already set small fires in that area a few days ago. There’s nothing left to burn. Firefighters do it to prevent the spread of wildfire.” I needed to go. There was no telling when they would start eating their food and how crazy everyone would start acting.

Sam said. “Pussy,” Tyler quipped, and Sam threw the salt shaker at him. Tyler caught it. “If that broke, it’s seven years of bad luck.” “That’s a mirror, you idiot.” “Whatever,” Tyler said, and we all laughed again. I liked being with the boys. The firehouse had become a second home to me, and bantering back and forth with men I knew would have my back no matter what was like food for the soul. We weren’t at the station together for an hour when the alarms went off. We all jumped up and ran to get into our gear. In less than a minute, we were all dressed and headed to the truck. Ted was already there.

I whispered. “We don’t know if it’s him.” “But it’s connected.” Nathan didn’t argue. Because we both knew it was. His phone buzzed again in his hand. He unmuted immediately. “Talk.” “We’re bringing the guy in now,” Tyler said. “Campus security intercepted him before police arrived.” “Did he run?” “No. That’s the weird part.” Tyler sounded unsettled now. “He just stood there smiling.” A chill crawled down my spine. Nathan’s jaw hardened.

CALLIE The third fire this week. The third fire I’d caused in my apartment complex this week. All because the sight of him in his firefighter uniform with his muscles flexing was a turn-on for me. I touched myself to the memory every night. “Sir, apartment 3B… my kitchen is on fire,” I said, touching his bicep and fighting the urge to run my fingers on it. The neighbors were rushing out of their rooms as the firemen stopped the fire.

“Trust me, it’s not boring anymore.” “Uh-oh.” Tia’s tone sharpened instantly. “What did you do?” Jasmine hesitated. “You promise not to freak out?” “Oh, hell no,” Tia said. “You don’t start a sentence like that unless you’ve done something worth freaking out over. Spill.” Jasmine chewed her lip, then sighed. “Okay. So… you know my brother’s best friend? The firefighter guy?” “Tall, broody, looks like a walking thirst trap in uniform? Yeah, the one you said was ‘way too serious to be hot.’”