“That’s it, Cays. Nice and slow… Ohhhh, fuck. So good. S’good,” Quick cursed, his eyes narrowed as he watched Cayson destroy him from the inside. How in the hell this felt so good, he’d never know. No one told him. He’d known he was a bisexual man, but he’d never got to enjoy this side of himself. He had a feeling he and Cayson were getting ready to really make up for lost time.
“You like it slow, Roman.” Cayson wound his hips back and forth and Quick shot upwards, throwing his arms around his doctor’s waist, pulling him down, and gripping him tight to his chest.
“Fuck, yeah.” Quick didn’t have to thrust up into Cayson, because his doctor had his knees spread wide when he sank down on him, his soft ass cheeks rubbing against the coarse hairs on Quick’s thighs. He was so fucking deep inside him. The passion, the intimacy, the sheer connection between them was unlike anything he’d felt for anyone. It was too much. Cayson held him around his neck, using his hot mouth to suck up dark, wet marks all over his throat, whispering sweetly against his Adam’s apple. He felt his orgasm barreling towards the finish line.
“I wanna feel you come. Come for me, Rome.”
Quick grunted and cursed when Cayson lifted up, and fell down hard. He was doing that thing again, squeezing the muscles in his already too-tight channel, choking Quick’s cock until he gave it up. He threw his head back and groaned, low and deep, as he filled the condom buried deep inside his man. His man.
“Mmm. So warm,” Cayson moaned, holding Quick tight, while he came down from the best orgasm of his life.
“Damn, baby.” Quick was panting, his chin tucked into his chest while he rested his head against Cayson’s heart. “You just blew my mind.”
Cayson chuckled lightly, softly fingering Quick’s long, damp waves. It was another few seconds before he finally rose off his softening dick, flopping back down beside him in exhaustion. Quick wasted no time scooping Cayson into his arms. There were no words. What could he possibly say that would give justice to how Cayson just made him feel?
Cayson
Cayson walked through the busy halls of the hospital, eager to get his emergency call answered so he could get back to Quick. He could still feel him inside him right now. Could feel the indent that thick cock left in his ass. It felt wonderful. They’d just finished their shower together, where Quick had washed every inch of him before he let him out. Although their sex had been life altering, they still had a dark cloud trying to cast a shadow over their sunshine. They had to talk about Joe. No sooner were they dressed to head over to Duke’s office to discuss it, when he was paged. One of his patients was presenting the start of an infection, so he had to postpone. Quick understood and said he’d be waiting for Cayson at his place when he was done. He looked forward to going over there and hopefully spending the night. That way, they were sure not to have any disruptions. Cayson smiled, thinking about making love in Quick’s house, and ended up drawing a giggle from a couple nurses when he walked onto the floor.
“You look awfully happy to be called in on your day off, doctor.” One of the charge nurses commented through a cheeky grin.
“Hi, Debbie.” Cayson waved. He ignored her comment, shaking his head as he stood at the nurse’s station and read over his patient’s chart. His smile was still firmly in place, and the more the nurses ribbed him for details, the more red and flushed he became. It was so obvious he’d been well fucked. As soon as he left, he’d be the focus of their dinnertime gossip, while they tried to figure out who was giving it to him good. All they had to do was call down to the ER and ask; surely, they had a clue regarding who had rocked his world. Duke and Quick left a lasting impression anywhere they went.
The nurses toned down their teasing when Cayson began to order up tests for his patient. It looked like post-op pneumonia, but he was going to be sure. He asked Debbie to start his patient on an antibiotic while he waited for the test results. “I’ll be in my office. Let me know when the results are back.”
“Sure thing, Cayson.”
He never minded the nurses using his first name. He was so familiar with them that it felt too formal to expect them to call him Doctor Chauncey. It was these women who made his work life bearable. He never understood why some doctors mistreated nurses. He unlocked the door to his department and walked past Nania’s empty desk, opening his office door. He put his coat on the rack, and with his nose still buried in his patient’s chart to make sure he hadn’t overlooked anything, he didn’t notice the large box on his desk, wrapped in beautiful gold paper with a large white bow, right away.