Mark

No one is more surprised than I am right now that this night unfolded the way it did.

That I’d be full-on making out and kissing Eli Morrell with everything I’ve got.

A man who, for all intents and purposes, technically reports to me in the hospital’s reporting structure and who I probably shouldn’t be touching, much less practically mauling.

But do I care about any of that while he scores a short, blunt nail over my nipple and sucks on my tongue, taking hungry nips at my bottom lip, the way I imagine he’d do to my cock?

Hell no.

I push all these potential problems aside and silence my inner thoughts as Eli’s hand burrows under my waistband, feathering lightly over the dusting of hair there, finally skimming the head of my cock. The sharp intake of breath I take seems to magnify in the silence of the room, echoing off the walls and the tiled floor. My heart pounds as if it’s going to jump out of my chest, my stomach in knots from the sensation of his hand roaming freely in my pants.

I’d forgotten this feeling of a man’s hands touching me and tugging at my cock. The texture and pressure given by a man is wholly different than a woman’s; the rough, calloused pads versus the soft, delicate fingers of a woman. The texture of a male palm, the brush of the fine hairs on his knuckles, the firm grip that only comes from masculine fingers.

Clamping my hand at the back of Eli’s neck, my mouth reclaims his as his lips part for a deeper kiss – one filled with desperate need and wanton pleasure. He moans low in his throat as his hand begins jerking me in a hypnotic rhythm. He strokes from base to tip, circling the crown, providing the perfect amount of pressure where I need him.

My cock is primed and ready to go like an over-eager schoolboy. Eli seems to know the right pace to use on my turgid length, as his hand wraps my cock in his tight fist.

“I need you in my mouth,” he says between kisses, releasing me from his grip and dropping to his knees in front of me.

My head hits the wall behind me in a stifled groan. “Ah, fuck.”

Eli chuckles. “Not tonight, doc. Maybe some other time.”

It’s the salacious wink he gives me that does me in. His sexy grin, laced with humor and desire. But his laugh dies when he yanks my pants down, pulls out my cock and swipes his tongue over the tip of my shaft, lapping up the pre-cum that’s leaking from my slit. My stiff cock aches in anticipation as I watch in awe when it disappears in his mouth.

Holy mother, I’ve found nirvana in this divine man’s mouth.

My hand lands on the top of his shoulder, part need for balance and necessity, digging into his t-shirt, as my legs tremble from the pleasure he’s pulling from me. He growls and sucks the head of my shaft to the back of his throat, hollowing out his cheeks as he does, swallowing me down.

“Eli,” I barely grit out. “It’s been too long, man...I’m close.”

To which his only reply is to reach a hand between my legs to cup my balls, sliding a long finger between the crease of my ass. The intimate caress, and the subsequent squeeze has my vision going blurry, my balls tightening up and my load releasing down his throat.

A guttural groan rips from my throat and rolls off my tongue.

Holy shit, that was incredible.

When I open my eyes, Eli is standing in front of me, wiping at the corners of his mouth, a warm, satisfied smile pulling across his lips.

“You’re not only bossy, you’re also a cocky motherfucker, aren’t you?” I tease, tucking my semi-limp dick back into my pants and zipping it up.

I take a step forward, planting my hands on either side of him, crowding him into the opposite wall.

Eli shrugs and has the audacity to lick his lips. “It’s all in the evidence, doc.”

I cut off his smirk with a demanding kiss, clutching him around his throat, pressing my thumb into his pulse point. I lick my way down, over the spot which is red from the pressure I’ve applied, and suck at the mark there. He squirms against me, the muscles in his arms bunching with anticipation and need.

“Can I return the favor?” I ask, dropping my hands to the front of his jeans and squeezing the bulge there. “I know you want it.”

“You ever given a blow job before, doc?”

The question gives me pause. I fooled around in college - ages ago. We dry humped. Made out. I used my mouth and we ended up fucking, but it’s been a very long time. Over the last ten years, I’ve been eating pussy, not cock.

I suppose it’s just like riding a bicycle in many ways. It’s not the technical aspect that’s important, but the desire to accomplish and enjoy the task.

I grind my palm into his cock, running it along the hard ridge and we both moan.

“My technique might be a little rusty, but it’ll get the job done.”

I’m about to drop to my knees when someone outside the bathroom door begins banging incessantly against it.

“Dude, open up! I’ve got to take a leak like a mother fucker.”

Eli’s eyes are blown wide and I shake my head, covering his mouth with my hand. He nips at it with a smile and I gesture for him to keep quiet with a finger to my lips.

“Go into the women’s, man. I’m sick in here,” I lie, adding a groan for good measure.

Eli presses his lips together to keep from laughing. His lips are plump and swollen from my kisses and from sucking on my dick.

There’s a moment of silence and I think we’ve thwarted the would-be intruder. Taking the opportunity, I remove my hand and place a kiss on his lips, dropping my hands to his waist to trap him against me. He clamps his hands along my jaw, tilting my head for better access and we moan into each other’s mouths. I haul his hips toward me, his hard length rubbing against my already semi-hard wood, in search of friction.

As I wind my hand down the front of his pants, I dip into his waistband and finally get to cop a feel of his hot, velvety head. Eli sucks air between his teeth as I press my thumb at his slit, sliding the dewy moisture there around the tip.

And then the intruder outside returns. This time with another guy.

“Open the fucking door!” they both demand, voices filled with argumentative drunkenness, ready to start a fight at the drop of a hat.

I don’t know who it is, but it doesn’t sound like they are going away anytime soon.

“Shit,” Eli mumbles as he straightens and zips up his pants.

I’m momentarily bewildered and confused by the interruption. He begins to walk out when I grab his bicep and spin him around.

“That’s it? You’re leaving?”

Maybe he sees the crushing panic across my face. The worry stemming from both not finishing the night with him and the concern over walking out this door together and someone finding out what we’ve been doing in here.

No one out there knows I’m bisexual. I’ve never shared that part of me with anyone else, including Sasha. And while it makes me feel guilty as fuck, this is not how I ever envisioned coming out to my friends, many of whom are outside this door tonight.

Eli washes his hands at the sink and nods at me to shut the stall door.

“I’ll go out. Stay in here ‘til the coast is clear.”

He dries his hands and deposits the paper towel in the wastebasket before stepping toward me again.

“I’ll see ya Monday, doc,” he says, kissing me on the cheek. “It was fun.”

I touch the spot on my face which is warm and flushed from my orgasm. I try to find something to say. Some way of getting him to stay with me, without being found out. A way to ask him not to leave. To come home with me tonight.

But I don’t do any of that and all my words are silenced with insistent knocking and curses at the door.

Eli stands at the door and before unlocking it, peers back at me.

“Don’t worry, doc. I always collect what’s owed to me. That favor will be returned some other time.”

And with a wink, he’s gone.

And I go back to hiding behind the stall door, as noise fills the restroom with boisterous drunken male voices, but all I hear is the question inside my head, “what the hell just happened?”