Though Quick’s massage voice was ten times more dangerous. Answering questions shouldn’t be too hard. But, as soon as Cayson’s lips opened to answer, a rogue moan escaped him.
“Mmm,” Rome moaned right along with him, the cockiness in his voice evident, but not in a nasty way. “That means yes.”
Rome was quiet for a few minutes, or maybe it was a few seconds. Hell, he wasn’t sure; he’d lost all concept of time. He also missed the hell out of that voice. Wanted it back. Wanted so damn much. Could Quick give him all that he needed? He sometimes felt like he didn’t ask for much, but when he thought back on past guys… they damn sure thought he did. He hadn’t dated much early on, because of his grueling school schedule, but the few he did ask out had their own selfish agenda. Not one guy wanted to go out in public with Cayson on his arm… would Quick really be different? He’d have to figure out if he wanted to trust Quick to take him out when the guy had just admitted to being limited-lover-challenged… plus, a gay virgin to boot. It was a lot to think about, but he couldn’t do it with Rome’s magical hands all over him.
He had to clear his throat like five times before he could speak without moaning before each word. “This was really nice. It felt great, thank you. But, I really must be getting downstairs to see if they need some help.”
“Whoa. What do you mean – see if they need help? Are you saying you’re not scheduled or whatever to work down there right now?”
Cayson sat up higher, wondering when he’d slouched down that far. He rotated his neck a couple time and was amazed at how much better it felt. Less stiff and angry. “Well, technically, no. I just try to be courteous and give other doctors some time off with their families. I don’t have anything else to do… so. Ya know what I mean?” Cayson looked up into Quick’s handsome face. “No, of course you don’t. I’m sure your social calendar stays booked up.” Cayson sounded like a jealous nerd who was bristling because he wasn’t in the cool crowd. Which was absurd. Cayson was knocking on forty. He really shouldn’t be feeling so alone.
“You’d be surprised. No one wants to hang out with me,” Quick corrected him.
“Don’t lie.” Cayson got up and grabbed his white lab coat from off the coat rack. “I doubt you have a hard time finding company, Rome.”
“I’m not lying. I’m home every single goddamn night. Just like when you came over the other night. I was home… alone. Did I look prepared to entertain a crowd? Did I look like I was about to go paint the town? No. I was about to make some chili.” Quick caught the crook of Cayson’s elbow when he tried to walk by him. He brought them face-to-face, well – face to chest. Cayson looked up at him. “ Was about to make chili, until someone left me in such a bad mood that I didn’t feel like cooking.”
“My apologies.” Cayson smirked, trying to ease back. His cock was still half-hard, any closer and he’d be stabbing Quick in that thick thigh of his.
“If you don’t have to go down to the ER then don’t go. You’re tired. I just wanna drive you home, maybe feed you a little dinner. I’ll be a gentleman, I promise. No more coming on to you like an overzealous frat boy. I’m tamping it way down. I just want to be in your company for a little while. Is that okay?”
I think that’s the best ask out I’ve ever had. Not that he’d had many to compare it to. Cayson already knew he was going to say yes. One evening on his own turf wouldn’t hurt anything. He’d be safe there. And Quick promised to be considerate. He hoped not too considerate. He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes shut tight in thought.
He felt the rough pad of Quick’s thumb tug at his lip, freeing it from its torture. He was sure he’d gnawed the plump flesh until it was practically red instead of pale pink. Cayson drunkenly opened his eyes to see Quick’s green
“Mmm,” Rome moaned right along with him, the cockiness in his voice evident, but not in a nasty way. “That means yes.”
Rome was quiet for a few minutes, or maybe it was a few seconds. Hell, he wasn’t sure; he’d lost all concept of time. He also missed the hell out of that voice. Wanted it back. Wanted so damn much. Could Quick give him all that he needed? He sometimes felt like he didn’t ask for much, but when he thought back on past guys… they damn sure thought he did. He hadn’t dated much early on, because of his grueling school schedule, but the few he did ask out had their own selfish agenda. Not one guy wanted to go out in public with Cayson on his arm… would Quick really be different? He’d have to figure out if he wanted to trust Quick to take him out when the guy had just admitted to being limited-lover-challenged… plus, a gay virgin to boot. It was a lot to think about, but he couldn’t do it with Rome’s magical hands all over him.
He had to clear his throat like five times before he could speak without moaning before each word. “This was really nice. It felt great, thank you. But, I really must be getting downstairs to see if they need some help.”
“Whoa. What do you mean – see if they need help? Are you saying you’re not scheduled or whatever to work down there right now?”
Cayson sat up higher, wondering when he’d slouched down that far. He rotated his neck a couple time and was amazed at how much better it felt. Less stiff and angry. “Well, technically, no. I just try to be courteous and give other doctors some time off with their families. I don’t have anything else to do… so. Ya know what I mean?” Cayson looked up into Quick’s handsome face. “No, of course you don’t. I’m sure your social calendar stays booked up.” Cayson sounded like a jealous nerd who was bristling because he wasn’t in the cool crowd. Which was absurd. Cayson was knocking on forty. He really shouldn’t be feeling so alone.
“You’d be surprised. No one wants to hang out with me,” Quick corrected him.
“Don’t lie.” Cayson got up and grabbed his white lab coat from off the coat rack. “I doubt you have a hard time finding company, Rome.”
“I’m not lying. I’m home every single goddamn night. Just like when you came over the other night. I was home… alone. Did I look prepared to entertain a crowd? Did I look like I was about to go paint the town? No. I was about to make some chili.” Quick caught the crook of Cayson’s elbow when he tried to walk by him. He brought them face-to-face, well – face to chest. Cayson looked up at him. “ Was about to make chili, until someone left me in such a bad mood that I didn’t feel like cooking.”
“My apologies.” Cayson smirked, trying to ease back. His cock was still half-hard, any closer and he’d be stabbing Quick in that thick thigh of his.
“If you don’t have to go down to the ER then don’t go. You’re tired. I just wanna drive you home, maybe feed you a little dinner. I’ll be a gentleman, I promise. No more coming on to you like an overzealous frat boy. I’m tamping it way down. I just want to be in your company for a little while. Is that okay?”
I think that’s the best ask out I’ve ever had. Not that he’d had many to compare it to. Cayson already knew he was going to say yes. One evening on his own turf wouldn’t hurt anything. He’d be safe there. And Quick promised to be considerate. He hoped not too considerate. He chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes shut tight in thought.
He felt the rough pad of Quick’s thumb tug at his lip, freeing it from its torture. He was sure he’d gnawed the plump flesh until it was practically red instead of pale pink. Cayson drunkenly opened his eyes to see Quick’s green
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