“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

Alec had been trying to make scrambled eggs while lost in thought, and he’d just cracked an egg directly into the frying pan. It sizzled before he could even think about scrambling it. Sunny-side-up eggs for breakfast, then.

They hadn’t even shared a good night kiss, but Alec was still daydreaming about last night. They’d stayed at the bar until almost closing time, talking about anything and everything. Tyler had apparently taken the talk as permission to keep flirting with him all damn night long.

Once again, a guy batted his lashes at him and Alec fell over himself to say yes to whatever he proposed.

It was so fucking hard to resist Tyler’s grin, even if it was deliberately calculated to charm. Tyler definitely used it while they were interviewing him on TV, asking if there were any girlfriends in the picture.

Alec sighed, peeking at the underside of the egg as it bubbled gently in the pan. Everything about this seemed like a bad idea: they both had careers to lose.

By rights, they should only be friends. Hell, according to his code of ethics, even that much was iffy. He could make some excuses: it wasn’t unheard-of for physiotherapists who worked with teams to be invited to team social events. One-on-one, though?

Alec rested the spatula on the side of the pan and folded his arms as he paced back and forth.

“I don’t need to fuck every hot guy who walks into my life. Not even if he’s smart and interesting and sweet…”

Tyler came off as full of himself when he was flirting, but when he actually talked, he was engaging. He’d taken an interest in Alec’s opinions, not just his career or his ass.

He was charming, sexy, strong, and though he claimed he was only a gentleman for the cameras, he was considerate—he’d thanked the glass collectors.

“Oh, hell, no.”

Alec was not considering Tyler as dating material. No way. Tyler had made it clear he didn’t do that. Alec couldn’t even risk a sexual relationship with a current patient. An emotional relationship? The risk there was far deeper than professional.

It was way too easy to get attached. And sooner or later, reality had to come crashing back down… didn’t it?

A slight scorching smell brought him rushing back to the pan to dump the cooked egg onto his toast.

Just as Alec set his plate on the table and reached for his phone, it danced across the surface, vibrating with an incoming call.

It was Tyler. As much as he might deny his feelings, he couldn’t deny the way his heart fluttered when he saw the name on his display.

“Hey,” Alec answered once he brought the phone to his ear. He tried to remind himself that Ty was just a friend. No need to be nervous. “How’s it going?”

“Hi.” Tyler’s voice sent butterflies through him, try as he might to stay calm. “I’m real good. Just wanted to say thanks for last night. I had a great time.”

“Really?” Alec was so caught off-guard he hardly knew what to say. His cheeks burned, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Had a guy ever called him after a date to say thank you? “Um. I mean. I-I did, too.”

“Phew. I was getting worried for a second,” Tyler said and snorted with laughter. “Really, man? Because I was bored the whole night.”

“No, no,” Alec laughed. “I wasn’t. I was, uh, just thinking about it over breakfast.”

“Oh, shit. Did I interrupt you? Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” Alec was suddenly too nervous to eat, which was a whole new one for him.

“I guess you have weekends off?” Tyler followed up.

Oh my God. Is he gonna ask me out again?

“Yeah.” Alec didn’t bother to ask about Ty’s schedule and reemphasize the importance of rest. “Just errands, and… you know. Hanging out. At home. God, that makes me sound like a loser.”

“No. You aren’t,” Tyler said, and the ever-present confidence in his voice filled Alec with warm appreciation.

“You don’t need to be gentle.”

Ty’s voice dropped to a rough growl. “I’ll remember that.”

Alec tried to answer, but his voice just cracked for a second. He cleared his throat, then laughed. “Yeah.” Fuck. He was starting to get hard again. How the fuck did Ty turn him on with a couple of words?

“And,” Ty added, his voice softer, “I don’t bullshit people. I like you. If I didn’t, you’d know that, too.”

Alec paused. “Oh.” It fit with what he’d figured out already about Tyler—direct and no-nonsense. “As a friend?”

“Not just a friend, but if that’s what you want, yeah.”

“I could come over this weekend.” Oh, for fuck’s sake. Alec was impatient with himself the moment he heard the words leave his mouth, but not enough so to take it back. He did want Tyler, regulations be damned.

Maybe they could get this sexual chemistry out of the way with a good fuck, then focus on Tyler’s recovery like they should be doing.

“I’m staying with a friend, but I’ll come to your place. Text me your address,” Tyler told him. He chuckled gently. “Does this mean you’ve thought about it?”

“Yeah, but I seem to be in impulsive decision mode,” Alec admitted.

“I can come over now, if that helps.”

Alec opened his mouth to tell Tyler to wait, but… why? If he was gonna do this, he might as well get it out of the way with now instead of worrying about it all afternoon.

Instead, Alec licked his lips. “Okay.”

“Perfect.” Tyler chuckled. “As soon as you text me your address. See you in a few.”

“Will do in a sec. See you,” Alec murmured.

Alec’s hand shook as he typed his address into the text message window, then set his phone on the counter and covered his face for a few moments.

The phone went off, and he barely dared glance down at it. When he finally steeled his courage, the message just said, On my way. Gimme 20.

Oh, fuck. That was barely enough time to eat breakfast, tidy the place, and change into something sexy.

Twenty minutes and he’d get this out of his system. And then he’d ask the next guy to take him on a date first.

* * *

The doorbell rang, and Alec just about flew to the door to answer.

He tried to pat his hair into place and wait a second behind the door before opening it, but he didn’t last long. Hands trembling with anticipation, he unlocked the door.

Tyler was every inch as sexy filling up his doorway as he had been in the bar last night, and before that, on his examination table—no, don’t do that, he tried to tell his brain to be professional. It was in vain, though. His brain was taking off with ideas.

Just to finish Alec off, Ty greeted him with that slow, sweet smile that flashed his perfect, white teeth. “Hey, sexy.”

How the hell did he have such good teeth? Hadn’t steering wheels taken out any of them? For that matter, how was he so fucking hot that just being fixed with his stare made heat flush through Alec from head to toe?

“Hi,” Alec answered, reading the charged atmosphere between them. They weren’t gonna make it another ten seconds without kissing. Maybe it was just the allure of the forbidden, but the charge between them was even thicker than before.

He pushed the door closed and leaned against it.

Tyler pivoted to keep facing him as he did so, and then stepped close, his hand resting along the side of Alec’s face. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“Please.” Alec’s voice came out in a whisper at the sensation of those gentle fingers against his stubble.

And then, at last, Tyler’s lips were against his.

They felt perfect. In a way Alec couldn’t describe, this felt like exactly the right thing right now. He felt complete, whole, contented for just a few moments.

Maybe because the kiss was slow and unhurried, even though they were both in a hurry—he could feel Tyler getting hard against his thigh as soon as Tyler stepped close enough that they brushed together.

Maybe because Tyler’s eyes, half-lidded, seemed to see him. Tyler was watching his reactions like he wanted him to feel good.

Maybe because he liked the guy. He knew him less than any of his patients—they’d only just met, for God’s sake—but Tyler didn’t seem to have layers, despite being closeted. He was simple and direct and straightforward.

What Tyler wanted, he took. And Tyler wanted Alec. And Alec wanted to be taken.

He moaned, his lips parting at the idea of that hard cock rubbing between his thighs, pressing into him. Tyler was small and compact, like most race car drivers, but he was still strong as hell—and broader than Alec. He could easily manhandle Alec, just like he was pressing him up against the door right now.

Whatever token resistance he’d put up at first melted when Tyler looked at him like he thought Alec was worth chasing. Alec couldn’t be annoyed at himself for giving in when Tyler was there, the sexual tension making his head spin and knees weaken.

Their lips were hot and wet now, each of them breathing in quick, sharp gasps between kisses. They couldn’t seem to stop now, their hands wandering up each other’s backs, down their sides, across their asses.

Tyler was squeezing his ass, and it felt so fucking good.

Alec whimpered and closed his eyes. “I want you,” he let himself whisper, but he was also feeling strangely shy.

Vulnerable.

Tyler knew almost nothing about him—where he’d grown up, what he did for a living, what he thought of the government, even the standard small talk you’d make on a first date at a bar. But Tyler seemed to care about him. He’d paid attention, asked questions, and hell, he’d backed off when Alec told him he needed time to think about this.

Why the hell was he so vulnerable around him?

Alec didn’t have time to think about it. Tyler was pressing up against him, and Alec could feel him shift his weight off his bad leg.

One more reminder that this was a bad idea. Forbidden. Wrong. That he shouldn’t want this—want Ty.

But he did.

“Come on,” he whispered, grabbing Tyler and towing him down the hall to the living room.

His brain was shutting down. All he cared about now was pleasure—his and Tyler’s. Making them both feel good. Getting this out of their systems so maybe he could finally look at Ty and not picture him naked.

He pushed Tyler down onto the couch and straddled him, kissing him hard.

Tyler’s hands slid up under his tight t-shirt, nails raking the skin and sending sparks of maddening desire through him. He ground against Tyler’s lap, stifling the gasp when their hard cocks made contact and rubbed, even through layers of fabric.

“Naked,” Tyler demanded in a whisper. “Now.”

Alec raised a brow at that attitude, but he grinned. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t like that Tyler knew exactly what he wanted. “Yes, sir.” He shrugged his shirt off as soon as Tyler gave him enough space, then yanked off Tyler’s button-up.

Their jeans came off next, and he was as gentle as he knew how to be, considering Tyler’s injuries.

God, he was bruised up. The mottled, dark patches of skin made him wince and hesitate. But Tyler grabbed his chin and pulled him in for another hard kiss, clearly trying to distract him—and maybe himself.

“God, you’re too hot for your own good. I want you,” Tyler whispered. Hah. As if Alec hadn’t already seen his hard cock pressed up against his stomach, telling him the exact same thing.

Alec tried to slow down enough to appreciate all the sensations, but Tyler was playing him like a fiddle. Light touches to his back and sides reminded him of the urgency in his groin. When Ty pulled his hips close enough that their hard shafts rubbed together, Alec groaned.

He wanted to suck that hard, thick shaft and get a look up close, but Tyler was still kissing him, sucking his lower lip slowly and running his tongue along it.

Goddamn, Tyler was a good kisser. Alec squirmed on Tyler’s lap, his own cock sliding along Tyler’s stomach and those gorgeous abs.

When Tyler finally let him have breath, he whispered, “I want you to ride me. If you can handle me.”

Alec raised his brow and tipped his chin up, meeting Tyler’s gaze defiantly. “I can handle you.” As big as Tyler was, Alec was confident about that much.

He hadn’t fucked this many guys without learning to predict how goddamn good a cock would feel from one look at it. Tyler was big, but not painfully so. His cock had the well-proportioned, thick, straight shaft that made for his absolute favorite kind of dick.

“I can deep-throat you, too,” Alec casually added.

Tyler’s lips parted in surprise, and then his face lit up. “Yeah?”

Alec grinned and scooted off the couch to kneel between Tyler’s legs without another word. He preferred to show, not tell.

“Oh, fuck,” Tyler moaned as Alec wrapped his lips around Ty’s rounded head, running his hand experimentally down the cock to the base.

Alec sucked his cheeks in and slowly took in an inch at a time, relishing the fresh, clean scent of soap mixed with the thick taste of precum sliding across the back of his tongue.

Fuck. He should have gotten a condom out. He’d gotten so damn hungry for it that he hadn’t even thought twice about it. Like Tyler was the oxygen he needed so badly he couldn’t think straight.

Suddenly, he couldn’t remember a hookup he’d had in the last year that compared to this. Most of them were almost incidental—hot guy propositioned, he said yes, they did the job.

But now? Alec was eager to please, his gaze flickering up to Tyler’s face whenever he could look up that far to watch his expressions. Tyler’s cock bumped the back of Alec’s throat and he swallowed instinctively, then relaxed, his hand teasing the inside of Tyler’s thigh.

He felt a need that ran so deep he didn’t quite understand it yet.

For intimacy? For someone to take as big a risk on him as he took on them? Wasn’t that just a desire for vulnerability?

For more than empty sex?

Oh, God. I don’t want this to be it between us. Aren’t I supposed to at least wait until we’ve hooked up before I decide that?

“You’re so sexy,” Tyler whispered, his hand running gently through Alec’s hair. He gripped his shoulders and squeezed, massaging lightly. “Your mouth is fucking talented.”

Sex. It’s just sex. Alec pulled himself back to the moment and pulled his mouth slowly off Tyler, then bobbed his head quickly a few more times, getting into a quick rhythm before he pulled back and strode for the bedroom.

When he came back with lube, Tyler had arranged the pillows behind himself, his legs spread, one hand around his glistening, thick cock.

God, what a sight.

“Ready to climb on, gorgeous?” Tyler grinned, his hand jerking his cock slowly. “Gimme a couple weeks and I’ll show you speed.”

Is that an offer for more? No. It’s just sexy talk, he reminded himself. Goddamn, he had to get it together. This was no different from any other no-strings-attached hookup.

“I can go for miles,” Alec assured Tyler with an equally cocky grin back at him, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Tyler’s eyes widened, and he licked his lips. Apparently, he liked the attitude. “Fuck, yeah. Show me what you can do, baby.”

Alec grinned as he straddled Tyler again, sliding wet fingers into himself. “I’m gonna need this first,” he whispered.

“Take your time.” Once he’d rolled the condom on, Tyler’s hand slid down Alec’s back to rest gently on his wrist. “That’s so damn hot.”

Alec’s fingers were nowhere near as thick and satisfying as he wanted right now. He slid them out at last and gripped Tyler’s cock, then pressed it against himself and slowly sank down.

The first few seconds were always the strangest, and now was no exception as his body adjusted to having the full thickness of Tyler inside him. All thoughts of taking it carefully went out the window, though, when he slid down at just the right angle to rub his prostate with Tyler’s cock.

Sparks of pleasure flew through him, electric tingles chilling his spine and warming his cheeks. “Yes,” Alec panted under his breath, thrusting again—a little harder.

He gripped Tyler’s shoulders to keep himself steady and upright, his muscles quickly adjusting to the demand as he rose and sank.

“God, you’re hot,” Tyler groaned. “You feel so good. Wish I could show you how good.”

Alec smiled cheekily at him. “Just keep telling me, then.”

“Oh, you like hearing me talk dirty? I like having my cock in you,” Tyler murmured, his hands running up Alec’s sides—never as high as his cheeks, though. His movement was clearly still limited, however much he played it off as no big deal.

It made Alec move with precision and caution, even though the lust running through his veins made him want to fuck Tyler with wild abandon.

“I like seeing you fuck yourself on me, hard and fast. Watching your cock twitch when you hit just the right spot.”

If his cheeks hadn’t already been hot from exertion, they would have burned at the words. He was so turned on he could hardly find the words to answer Tyler—he just stared at him, his movements faltering for a moment before he thrust himself down on his lap again, faster.

If this was a bad idea, he was going to make the most of every second of it.

More to the point, he was going to enjoy feeling like he was worth the risk. Maybe this was a one-time deal—it almost certainly was, given their situation—but it was the hottest sex he’d had in living memory.

He wasn’t sure what about the encounter was so scorching hot, besides the fact he was playing with fire. Was it because Tyler ran his hand gently up Alec’s back, as if he were fighting himself to keep from taking over? The way Tyler looked at him instead of closing his eyes or looking away? Or, just maybe, did Tyler feel the same spark of connection that seemed to jolt between them without any effort?

It was so damn nice not to have to fake pleasure. For once, Alec had to try to keep himself in check instead. He was not going to come before he’d even been riding Tyler for five minutes. He had some pride, after all.

“Fuck,” Tyler whispered. He was still touching Alec’s back lightly, licking his lips as he looked him up and down. “You’re every bit as hot as I’d hoped. Goddamn. Where have you been hiding my whole life?”

Alec grinned and tossed his head. “Around.”

“Not around me, or I would’ve noticed.” Tyler groaned, his nails digging into Alec’s hip. “I like the way your hips move when you walk.”

“Someone’s been eyeing my ass in the office,” Alec laughed.

“Damn straight. Well, not at all straight.” Tyler smirked, then pulled him in gently to kiss him. He murmured against his lips, “As gay as it’s possible to get without actually pulling down your pants and bending you over your own exam table.”

Alec whimpered against Tyler’s mouth, his lips parting. Tyler eagerly seized his chance to bite Alec’s lower lip, sucking it until Alec squirmed on his cock, his motions becoming less fluid.

“Now you’re gonna think about it, too,” Tyler whispered. “A load shared…”

“Is a sticky mess for both of us,” Alec snorted. “Thanks, man.” Already, he was seeing how damn hard it was going to be to focus when Tyler next saw him. And his motions sped up as he shifted to let his hips and gravity do the hard work.

Thrust after thrust, he enveloped Alec deep within, taking his whole cock without hesitation now. All that escaped were moans and whimpers.

“That’s it, baby,” Tyler gasped. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come soon. Come for me, hon. Let me see you lose it. I wanna watch you jerk yourself off.”

Alec shoved a hand between them to grip his own pulsating length, stroking himself hard and fast as he fucked Tyler, taking him as deep as he could.

“Yes!” Alec cried when it hit him—faster and harder than usual. He had almost no warning, just the overwhelming need for release, and Tyler whispering encouragement in his ear about how fucking sexy he found it to watch him come.

His body pressed as hard against Tyler’s as he dared, which was gentle, but still enough that his passion spilled across both of them. And Tyler’s hands closed around his hips as he thrust up a few more times, then grunted, his head rolling back.

Alec grinned as he watched Tyler finish, staying perfectly in place to let Tyler join him in the orgasmic bliss that made his limbs heavy and his heart light.

“Oh, fuck,” Tyler finally panted when he started to soften and collapsed again. A hand went to his ribs.

Alec covered Tyler’s hand with his own. “Is it hurting? A new kind of pain?”

Tyler’s lips twitched into a smile as he opened his eyes again, meeting Alec’s gaze and shaking his head. “No, darling. But thank you. That’s… it’s nice that you care.”

“Of course I do.” Alec snorted and shook his head. “I am your medical professional. Or I’m supposed to be.” Without a doubt, this was the stupidest thing he’d done—and the hottest. He knew he should regret it, but he didn’t. Not for a second.

Tyler pulled his hand away so that Alec’s hand rested against his ribs, and he covered Alec’s hand with his own. “I’m really glad you said yes.”

“Me, too,” Alec admitted, and then he found himself staring at Tyler’s bruised chest, not quite able to meet his gaze. The stillness between them seemed to draw to a close, and the shoulds and shouldn’ts rushed in to take its place.

Tyler cleared his throat. “I should, um… get cleaned up and call a cab.”

“I—I guess so.” Alec gave Tyler a hand sitting up straight, then standing up. It was only when they were in the bathroom and he was helping Tyler pull his shirt on again that it hit him: taking care of Tyler wasn’t strictly professional. He was concerned about him as more than his physiotherapist.

He cared about all his patients, sure. He looked after them. But he’d never slipped up and fucked any of them before while they were still his patients—even the ones who’d hit on him so hard his head spun.

Something about Tyler made him want to say yes to him, even when his ideas were dumb. Maybe it was the puppy eyes and proper manners. Alec was gonna have to watch out for himself. This guy was trouble.

It was only after Tyler saw Alec out to a cab that he realized he couldn’t seem to shake the goofy grin.

He’s trouble, but I like trouble. Way more than is good for me.