Ford, one of the main characters is Mountain Rescue, is a man with a traumatic past. I didn't have a specific person in mind when I wrote him, more an image of someone strong, but vulnerable, striding across the hills.
Here's a little snippet:
The staff room was empty and Ford paced up and down, muttering under his breath. He was wearing walking trousers and a very fitted top with a zip at the neck. Cal found his fingers itching to pull the zip down, but he just took a seat and waited patiently for Ford to calm down.
“Fucking false alarm! Six hours, four people and two tourists without the brains they were born with!”
Ford’s eyes bored into Cal as if it was all his fault. “And do you know what I was thinking about up there? When I should have been focusing on search and rescue?”
Cal shook his head and wisely kept his mouth shut.
“You. All I could think about was you.”
Cal opened his mouth but no words came out. His heart was pounding and he felt a bit lightheaded. Ford stood in front of his chair and looked down at him. “What the fuck have you done to me?”
He grasped both arms of the chair—trapping Cal in his seat—and leant forwards. Cal pressed back but there was nowhere to go. He could have turned his head and denied Ford access to his lips, but he didn’t. The kiss was aggressive, demanding and hot as hell. His cock began to swell as a probing tongue that explored at will assaulted his mouth. He was powerless to resist as Ford’s rough stubble scraped him raw. It took him a while to realise that the gasps he heard were his own as Ford made it absolutely clear who was in control. Finally, he pulled away and Cal sucked in a shocked breath of air.