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Oh, fuck, but this was good. We’d both been in too much of a screaming hurry last time, but this time the drum beat was low and smooth and Andrew’s mouth was firm as it slid up and down my cock.

“Gloves?” I asked, and he lifted his head briefly.

“Top drawer, along with the lube,” he said, and I had to grin.

Either he had the same strict code of safe sex as I did… or really freaky stuff happened in this bedroom. Either option seemed good; I could do really freaky. There was nothing turned me on like a man who wanted to be taken to the very edge of what his body could bear.

I pulled a glove on and touched Andrew’s arse gently, just brushing my fingers over the skin, tickling and teasing, and his breathing suddenly became audible over the drums. Oh, yeah, he was into this.

The lube wasn’t hospital issue, it was one of the slippery high-tech brands, and drips marked the sheets when I squeezed it onto my fingers. I kept my touch light still, warming Andrew and the lube up, then slipped one finger into him.

It was only a little way in, up to the first knuckle, but he was groaning around my cock now, and I slid it all the rest of the way in. “You’re going to fucking love my cock in your arse,” I said.

Three seconds later, he was stretched out across the bed, jerking away at his own cock, two of my fingers all the way inside him, yelling his head off as I finger-fucked him hard. I deliberately wasn’t hitting his prostate, though I could tell by the way he was moving that he was instinctively trying to get in the right position for that. No, the first thing that touched him there was going to be the big bead on my piercing as I slid into him.

I slid my fingers out, and Andrew’s eyes opened. He was so fucking beautiful that I almost forgot what I was supposed to be doing. Almost, but not completely.

It felt so good to touch myself when I smeared lube over my cock, good enough to distract me for a moment, then I was kneeling… leaning… pushing gently.

Fuck.

It took a mammoth effort of will to hold still with just the head of my cock inside Andrew, but I managed to wait for him to growl, “Fuck me, for fuck’s sake.”

One long, slow, practiced push slid me half a length in, just about right in my opinion, and he fucking went crazy, thrashing around on the bed, clawing at me, yelling and swearing. I pushed all the way in, pulled back out half way, hit the spot again, and he just erupted. God, I loved my piercing right at that moment.

Once I was sure of what I was doing, sure of him, I kept my thrusts shallow, just rocking the bead backward and forward. My arms ached, my back twinged, and Andrew was so tight and utterly fuckable.

He wasn’t going to last long, he didn’t stand a chance, and I loved this, loved making someone’s control crumble. He was jerking hard on his cock, I could feel his knuckles sliding across my belly, then he shouted and arched his back and I thrust in hard, and fucked him hard and fast as he came, taking myself over the edge, too.

Gasping, I collapsed down onto him, and the drums were keeping time with both of our hearts.

Chapter Ten

There was a quiet groan from Matthew when my alarm went off and I rolled over and switched it off.

“What time is it?” he asked sleepily.

“Five thirty. Want some coffee?”

“Why the fuck are you getting up this early?” Matthew asked. He rolled over and slid an arm around my hips, pulling me closer.

“Internal Medicine monthly divisional meeting at seven,” I said. “Gotta turn up, don’t have to be awake though.”

Matthew chuckled and I kissed the tip of his nose, and he wriggled away from me, rubbing at his face in disgust.

“Yuck.”

I left him and went to shower. Yuck was about right. It had been an intense night and I ached in a not particularly good way, and desperately needed a shower.

My ass was tender when I washed it; the soap stung and made me wince, but I hadn’t done any damage. I’d change the sheets tonight, too.

When I walked back into the bedroom, towel around my waist, in search of clean clothes, Matthew had fallen asleep again, so I left him in peace.

The coffee was good and strong, and I leaned against the pantry, mind pleasantly empty. Divisional meetings usually made me all bitter, but my brain was like Jell-o this morning.

I didn’t think I could even manage to quote Hemingway at anyone.

“‘Never been daunted in public… I’m like a cat that way,’” I quoted. Oh, great, I managed to be intellectual and literary at six in the morning, and there was no one here to appreciate it.

The coffee percolator just sulked, so I shrugged and went and brushed my teeth.

I woke Matthew, gently shaking his shoulder, and he blinked at me and smiled slowly. “I have to go now. Do you want me to drop you back at your place? Or do you think you can deal with catching a bus from here?”

“Where are we?” he asked, stretching under the bedding.

“You’re close to Euston Road, aren’t you?”

I nodded and pointed. “That way, about four blocks. Just pull the door closed as you leave, don’t worry about the security system, it can stay off all day.” I kissed him quickly.

“Must go now; borrow a shirt or something if you need to.

And a razor.”

Matthew smiled at me. “Sure.”

I couldn’t help but smile back. “Dinner tonight?” I asked.

“Or is your workload too much?”

Matthew’s mouth twitched a little, perhaps in surprise, and he said, “Dinner would be wonderful, but I do need to hit the books tonight. Perhaps I could do that here, if I’m not being too pushy?”

“Sounds good. It’s not like I’m short on work to do. I’ll pick you up from your place?”

Matthew nodded, and I kissed him and left before we started showing each other our cocks again.

* * *

I wandered into the conference room, coffee in one hand, sticky bun in the other, files under my arms. I was still feeling peaceful and undeniably fucked, and F slapped me hard on my back, slopping my coffee.

“You’re looking relaxed there, Andrew. Had a good night?”

“You’re painfully happy there, F,” I retorted. “Get any sleep?”

“Like an infant,” F said, sitting down beside me. “She’s a qualified massage therapist and Reiki practitioner. I’m in love, or at least in like. What about you?”

I shrugged. “How about I just say that I had my horizons broadened?”

F’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?” he said in a low voice. “I want to hear about it.”

I could trust F; he’d never betrayed a confidence before.

“One word for you: apadravya.”

He looked puzzled and I smiled in a way that I hoped was enigmatic, but probably looked smug.

The head of the division came in and sat down and I leaned back in my chair, prepared to enjoy the show. F had grown frustrated with the bureaucracy and politics and had deliberately misdiagnosed one of his patients as having kidney cancer, with the patient’s full knowledge, just to force a surgical team to review her. It had worked, but he had pissed off a lot of people, including the head of the surgical division. This was going to be fun.

The division head dropped a stack of patient case files on the table and said, “I need to talk about proper channels today.”

“’Don’t you know about Irony and Pity?’” I quoted under my breath.

* * *

There was a gaggle of med students in the staff room, waiting for me. I put what must have been my fourth or fifth coffee of the morning on the table and sat down, looking at them. The boy with the spots looked anxious, and I wondered what he’d done wrong. The girl with the repaired cleft palate was yawning sleepily. Lin looked smug. And Nevins … Nevins looked like he’d found heaven or something. He was positively beaming.