Having a day off gave Wes a chance to reflect. With the expense reports emailed to him—along with Kyle’s notes—he was able to make headway on isolating and writing up the things that could be scaled back or removed entirely with little to no impact on the patients. Some of the ideas weren’t going to make him especially popular with the staff, but he already wasn’t well liked. No sense walking on eggshells. Either people compromised, or everyone lost their jobs.

By the time he walked into the hospital to start his next shift, he’d prepared something to discuss with Kyle. He had no doubt they were going to butt heads, but he had ways of being persuasive. Even if those ways typically involved ample distraction, which Wes told himself he was not going to engage in this time.

It’d been bad enough the day before. Had his pager not interrupted, Wes might well have had Kyle’s scrub pants around his ankles before too much longer. He’d been thinking with his dick to the exclusion of all else; taking risks that were usually beneath him. For all that he got around, he’d never fucked anyone at work.

And yet if Kyle gave him the opportunity, he wasn’t sure he had the willpower to turn it down. No matter what he told himself.

Fortunately, Wes greeted the day content with the knowledge that Kyle had likely spent that time regretting his actions. The man might attempt to lay down some ground rules, and for his own sanity and self-preservation, Wes would be inclined to follow them. There was still a chance something might happen outside of work, and it was oh so tempting to suggest they formulate a plan at Bottom’s Up or, better yet, his apartment.

But for now, he went into work ready to focus on his patients. Cora was scheduled for a post-op today, and Wes devoted his thoughts to her and everyone else he needed to take care of.

Once Wes’ part was done, he stepped out of the room only to be followed by Kyle, who appeared a few moments after him. Wes finished writing down his last observations and notes and clicked the pen away, sliding it into the pocket of his coat.

“Did you need me to authorize anything else?” he asked, wondering if he’d forgotten something.

It seemed unlikely. He’d been thorough, and his mind had only drifted to Kyle—and how much of a tragedy it was, again, for that tight ass of his to be hidden in formless scrub pants—one time.

But apparently this wasn’t about some oversight. “No, everything’s taken care of. I just thought we could meet up later. Same Bat-time, same Bat-place.”

Wes’ mouth tilted into a smirk. Kyle was nervous for some reason, and he was expressing it by being a bit of a dork. It was an endearing quality, and Wes found himself wanting to kiss and lick the path of red that traveled up the man’s neck as he blushed.

“On-call room? Or did you have some other Batcave in mind?” he asked.

“On-call room,” Kyle murmured, and it seemed to take the man added effort to meet Wes’ gaze. “I’ll be off in about an hour.”

As the nurse’s eyes finally lifted to his own, Wes swore he saw a flash of heat. That was probably just his imagination, though, and his lustful mind seeing what he wanted to see.

Obviously Kyle wasn’t calling him to the on-call room to do anything more than discuss the hospital.

But as that hour dragged on, he felt the nerves coil in his gut. His body thrummed with anticipation, and every muscle tightened like an overwrought spring. Images played through his mind, fantasies not unlike the ones that kept creeping in over the past few days.

He took a detour before heading to the on-call room, spending a few moments in the men’s room to collect himself and splash some cold water on his face. One look at himself in the mirror was enough to shame most of those thoughts away; at least enough to remind him he wasn’t a horny teenager anymore.

When he stepped into the on-call room, though, Kyle was already there and waiting. Not with a stack of papers or a laptop, but with a fire in his eyes that shot right through Wes. Reaching behind him, Wes locked the door, and every thread of anticipation he’d tried to sever wound tight through him again.

“We can’t keep doing this,” Kyle insisted, his voice ragged. “I can’t keep wanting to jump you every time I see you.”

That hunger flared to life, but still he kept it at bay. It took every shred of willpower he had, yet he managed. If Kyle wanted anything from him, he was going to have to ask for it or make a move himself.

That didn’t keep him from toying with the man, however. “There’s an easy solution to that.”

“I know.” Pulling off his ID and stethoscope, Kyle set them on a nearby table. He went for the hem of his scrub top, and Wes’ brow rose to his hairline. “We get it out of our systems.”

Get it out of their systems. That sounded surprisingly reasonable and very in-line with Wes’ own thinking. He took a step forward, closing the gap between them, but still he didn’t act.

“No more games, then.” Wes’ voice lowered, taking on a rumbling cadence. “You need to tell me exactly what you want.”

Stripping off his scrub top to reveal a white undershirt beneath, Kyle said, “I’d rather just show you.”

He had no idea which of them moved first. At this point, it didn’t matter. Kyle’s hands were behind his neck, fingers buried in his hair, and Wes had a grip on the other man’s ass. They crashed together, bodies and mouths meeting, tongues colliding in a desperate bid to get closer.

Kyle wasted no time, hands moving to Wes’ coat. He gripped the collar and yanked it back over Wes’ shoulders. Wes held out his arms to accommodate the motion, feeling frantic as his eyes locked with Kyle’s. Once the coat was discarded, his hands gripped the other man’s shoulders and he kissed him fiercely, desperately, forcing Kyle back toward one of the cots.

Metal clanged and scraped, and by the time he’d pushed the younger man down, Kyle had pulled up the bottom of Wes’ shirt and hooked his fingers into his belt, bringing him down into the cramped space.

There was barely enough room for him to brace atop the man, but Wes hardly noticed. He held himself up with his forearms and kept kissing Kyle, letting out a moan when the man pinned underneath him lifted his ass off the thin mattress and wrapped his legs around Wes, bringing them into closer contact. That taste of friction triggered something primal in him, and he started to pump his hips, grinding against the man despite the fact that they were both still far too clothed below the waist. As worked up as he was, it almost didn’t matter, and Kyle seemed to be in the same state. He pitched his head back and moaned, prompting Wes to clap a hand over his mouth to quiet him.

Taking advantage of the power he had, Wes dragged his lips over Kyle’s throat, moving down to the collar of his shirt. One hand slid down to the hem and pushed it up, revealing warm, bare skin that was lightly dusted with hair.

The cot creaked beneath their combined weight as Wes shifted, his shoes on the floor. Kyle’s scrub pants were easy to untie and tug down, and the man graciously lifted up to help get them off, revealing an impressive bulge.

Normally Wes would have teased, but his mind was switched into frenzy mode, desire pulsing through his veins and filling him with the need to have this man in any and every way he could. Right now, that meant mouthing him through the thin fabric of his boxers, pressing his lips tight around the hard ridge of his erection. Kyle’s moan seeped out from between Wes’ fingers and Wes grew more vigilant, making sure his palm covered the other man’s mouth even as Kyle sat up to watch him.

With his free hand, Wes undid the snap and reached into Kyle’s boxers, pulling out his cock. It was scorching hot in his hand, the velvety skin pulled taut over hard, pulsing flesh. He wasted no time, taking the sensitive head between his lips and pushing down, his eyes casting up to Kyle.

Sweat and musk and salt mixed with Wes’ own saliva as he sucked greedily, first the head and then a few inches more. One of Kyle’s hands fisted in his hair, the other grabbing the metal frame of the cot above him. Wes finally pulled his hand from the other man’s mouth, but only because he needed it to tug Kyle’s pants—and then his boxers—down the rest of the way until they pooled uselessly around his ankles.

“Fuck,” Kyle rasped as Wes took him deeper, lips pressed tightly to the man’s shaft, his cock glistening with saliva.

He moved up and down, his tongue pressing to the sensitive bit of flesh just beneath the head. Kyle’s grip tightened, the bed frame shaking as he lifted up, his hips rising toward Wes’ face. He could tell the man was trying to be quiet, but his expression was twisted in torturous pleasure, his teeth obviously bearing down on his lip.

Wes released him with a loud pop, his hand replacing his mouth as he jerked Kyle’s slick cock. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, his own voice hoarse.

Before the man could answer, he ducked his head down and drew one of Kyle’s balls into his mouth, laving over his sac before he worked the other. A muffled moan came from his partner, his hips bucking.

“Do I need to find a way to keep you quiet?” Wes’ voice was a deep growl, lust having replaced his common sense.

He felt a twinge of guilt right after, though, remembering just how inexperienced Kyle was. That dominant routine might have been fine with somebody who wanted it, but Kyle was just wading into these waters. Getting his cock sucked by another man who was hungry for it was a completely different level from being fed that same man’s cock until he couldn’t take anymore.

But Kyle surprised him yet again, a fire sparking in his eyes that was all consuming. He yanked hard at Wes’ hair, and Wes lifted his head with a gasp.

Whether it was mutual, frenzied lust or something deeper, he felt connected to the man who gripped his shoulders, wordlessly urging him to his feet. He knew instantly what Kyle wanted before he even went for Wes’ belt. By the time his fly was down, he was completely on board, one hand gripping the same bed frame Kyle had used to stabilize himself earlier.

Still something in him spoke louder than his all-consuming need. With his free hand he gripped Kyle’s chin, tilting his face up so their eyes could meet. A silent question waited in Wes’ eyes—an offer for Kyle to back out of this now, no harm done. Something softened in the other man’s eyes as he understood, but it was soon replaced by the same burning need that drove him to yank down Wes’ pants and underwear in one go.

Wes’ cock sprang free, thick and aching for attention. Kyle immediately obliged, wrapping his hand around Wes’ length and stroking slowly.

Some of that forceful passion died—Wes could see it in the other man’s eyes as they cast up at him. He wasn’t lost, exactly, but he was second-guessing himself. Wes thought back to his first time with another man and easily remembered just how nervous he’d been.

He’d gotten through it, yes, but choking on another man’s dick had not been the highlight he’d hoped to take away from his first time giving a blowjob. Others might have said it was a rite of passage, but Wes was less inclined to make anyone’s first experience a less than amazing one if he could help it.

So he reached down and placed his hand on Kyle’s wrist, all while trying to calm the need that surged through him. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” Kyle said immediately. Then, after a moment, he added, “I’m just… not sure where to start.” He let out a short, humorless laugh. “That sounds really, really stupid. I mean, I’ve got your dick in my hand. It’s not that big a mystery. All I have to—”

His finger went to Kyle’s lips, stopping him from giving any more of his rambling, self-detrimental apology.

“It’s not intuitive,” Wes assured him. “Just… think about what you like, and start from there.”

“Right. That would require my brain working right now,” Kyle muttered.

A smirk touched Wes’ lips, but it slowly faded as he realized Kyle was still stuck inside his own insecurities, stroking without much purpose.

“I can guide you?” he asked carefully.

It was a fine line to walk. Wes enjoyed taking the reins; being the dominant one in his sexual encounters. He also enjoyed teaching, and while the two things sometimes went hand in hand, some men considered it a blow to their pride. It was as if they’d been told they should be proficient in what every partner wants before even meeting them, which—in Wes’ mind—was ridiculous.

Kyle seemed to have no such hang-ups, though. His eyes widened slightly, that moss green darkening like a forest in the midst of winter, and then he simply nodded.

So Wes began to teach.

“Firmer grip,” he said, widening his stance so Kyle had better access. He hissed out a breath when the man’s fingers curled more tightly around his cock. “Tight at the base, then ease up as you move upward.”

It was what he liked, at least, and when Kyle started to stroke him that way, he felt that desire returning, thrumming hot through his veins. With a couple more instructions, the man gained confidence, and it was easy to tell the moment jacking someone else became almost second nature. He even swiped his thumb over Wes’ slit, an action that made him gasp as Kyle used the beaded moisture there to provide a bit of lubrication.

When Kyle’s hand settled at the base of his cock and he moved his mouth closer, hot breath playing over the head of his cock, Wes took those questioning eyes of his as a plea for further instruction.

“Start small. Don’t try to take more than you’re ready for.” Kyle hesitated, and Wes moved one hand to the back of his head, gently guiding him until his lips were positioned over the crown of his cock. “Just barely part your lips.”

Wes lifted his hips slowly, pressing the head against Kyle’s lips. He reveled in even that slight pressure against sensitive flesh, then pushed carefully past the barrier, just slipping the head in. A moan shook through him and he turned his head, stifling it in his arm.

God, why was this doing so much for him? This slow, deliberate learning process was getting him closer to the edge than even the most practiced partners had. Maybe it was the sense of control. Maybe it was the trusting way Kyle looked up at him, or the expressions on his face as he experienced these things for the first time. Whatever it was, Wes wanted more.

“Apply pressure, and use your tongue when you’re comfortable,” he managed, his voice a little shaky as his hips rocked gently, the head of his cock disappearing into Kyle’s mouth, then slowly withdrawing.

Kyle’s tongue slipped past his lips and pressed against Wes’ slit, his head falling back as he let out a measured breath. “That’s it,” he encouraged, slowly feeding the man more, inch by inch, until Kyle’s lips were stretched around his cock.

His rhythm stayed slow. Steady. Predictable. His hips rolled just enough to bring him closer and then pull away. Kyle opened his mouth wider, taking him in and exploring with his lips and tongue.

“Ready for more?” Wes asked, his fingers curling in Kyle’s thick hair, tugging just enough to let him know he was going to take off the training wheels.

Kyle made an enthusiastic sound and nodded as much as he could, and Wes gripped the bed frame with his free hand again, using it as leverage. Rather than go in deeper and force the other man to deep throat before he was ready, he just increased the pace and power of his thrusts, varying them so that they became a little more erratic.

The required instruction became less and less as Kyle got into it. Wes could tell the moment his insecurities disappeared, and he became caught up in the moment just as much as he was earlier. Wes let go of his control as Kyle found his footing, succumbing to the man’s lips and tongue as he put into practice everything he’d learned.

When he drew Wes in deeper, the head of his dick nearly reaching the back of Kyle’s throat, Wes pulled back with a gasp. As sexy as it would be to watch this man take his load, he wanted something else.

Leaning down, he met Kyle’s mouth in a hard kiss, tasting himself there. A groan caught in his throat and he pushed the other man down onto the flimsy mattress, climbing over top of him.

“I don’t have any condoms,” Kyle said breathlessly, and in a tone that made it clear he wasn’t ready for that step yet.

Wes kissed him again, gently this time, his lips caressing Kyle’s. The younger man relaxed beneath him and when they parted, that trusting expression returned.

God, what a dangerous look. He could get so very used to that.

“That’s not what I’m after. Not right now,” Wes panted, reaching down to grab ahold of Kyle’s cock.

He positioned himself on top of the other man then rolled his hips, testing how close he was. Hot, needy flesh slid together, his cock over Kyle’s, and he was rewarded with a muffled moan for his efforts.

Confident he had the right position, Wes made a loose fist around them both and thrust against Kyle, wordlessly encouraging him to do the same. They slid together, hips bucking and rolling, breaths coming in frantic bursts. At some point, Wes wasn’t even aware of the noise he was making. He just needed this—needed release, but only after he saw Kyle get there.

It happened moments later, when Kyle tensed beneath him, the motion of his hips ceasing. His dick jerked in Wes’ hand, and he shot between the two of them with a low, keening moan.

“That’s it,” Wes whispered, stealing another kiss. “Come for me.”

Kyle was absolutely stunning, lips parted, head thrust back against the mattress, chest and arms glistening with sweat. It was enough to send Wes over the edge, and it only took one more thrust before he came just as hard, making a mess of things and ensuring they’d have to do some damage control before either of them left this room.

But as he lay there catching his breath, none of that mattered. Looking down at Kyle, he realized one terrifying fact: He hadn’t gotten this man out of his system. Not in the slightest.

If anything, he wanted Kyle more, and that was a dangerous prospect.