Based off of episode 2 in season 7; Sand And Water
Plot bunnies keep springing up in my brain like coronavirus patients throughout the US.
If any of y'all are actually taking the time to read this weirdness, RR.
This time, it was a gorgeous Thursday afternoon in Chicago, in Cook County General Hospital.
The sun was back out.
The birds that didn't drown from last week's storm were chirping away.
And one of our little surgical heroes, Peter Benton, was searching the hospital for our other, even more little surgical hero, Robert Romano.
Sadly, it wasn't for the same reason as the last couple of times.
"Romano!" He exclaimed when he finally saw the man, about to board the elevator with a patient. He looked up upon hearing the other man's voice, keeping a surprisingly straight face in the public setting even though his heart skipped a beat or two as soon as he laid eyes on him. Oh the way he'd greet him if they were alone together. Clad in those blue scrubs he loved to see him in, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't just a little too thrilled to see him.
That was, until, he opened his mouth.
"What business do you have blocking one of my patients from getting surgery on your orders?" Benton questioned, looking down at him with that usual pissyness they always had when it came to them and patients.
They could yap for hours about any other topic in the world. They really could.
But when it came to patients, surgical diagnoses, virtually ANYTHING to do with that damn hospital, dear God could they bicker to the point of nearly clawing each other's eyes out with their bare hands.
Otherwise, they'd always made their usual banter with each other, but remained decent to one another. Out from behind closed doors, anyway.
"Nice to see you too, Peter! My day is going fabulous, by the way. How goes it with you?" He said. 'Why can't the guy ever just start off with a simple hello?' Benton merely glared at him.
"Don't play dumb with me. You know you're only doing it because he's an uninsured frequent flyer, you vindictive little jerk." He grumbled.
"Well Peter, I'd sure love to help you on this, but before I can do that, let's start by figuring out who the hell this guy even is, shall we?" Robert replied sweetly, snatching the chart Benton held in one hand, making the man glare at him even harder.
He skimmed through the chart, frowning at the name.
"Mr. Fletcher? Well now I know why I blocked it. The hospital doesn't need any more liabilities like him," Romano said, unsympathetic for the patient's current situation. He shoved the chart back into Peter's hands as if it had insulted him. "I am done carrying these parasites. Send him somewhere else."
And with that, he went to board the elevator, when Benton grabbed him firmly by the shoulder, all but forcing him to turn and face the tall surgeon.
"You wouldn't want me to go and report this, would you? After all, you'd have to pay a pretty hefty fine for a stunt like this. Dr. Romano." Peter said, threatening the man. Robert's satisfied, haughty expression changed completely. He walked away from the elevator, motioning to Peter to follow him.
The two burst into an empty exam room, earning plenty of looks from the rest of the E.R. staff. As soon as the door shut and the blinds were drawn, the nurses and E.R. docs immediately started a betting pool as to which one of them would be found strangled to death in that exam room later in the day.
In the privacy of the exam room, Peter started back up again. Romano pinched the bridge of his nose in exhaustion, pacing through the small room in annoyance. This time the tables had turned. It was he who was having none of Peter's shit today.
"So that's what's sparked your interest. Money. To hell for the Hippocratic Oath, right?"
"I had my fingers crossed!" Romano bit back, glaring at Benton, his brow knitted in anger. "The man is a financial burden to this hospital and you know it! Once he gets this surgery he's just gonna keep coming on back! He all but purposefully misses his dialysis and just expects the hospital budget to pick up his slack!"
"Frequent flyer or not, he's still one of our patients."
Romano tossed over a suture tray that was set up in the room, resulting in a loud crash that caused both of their ears to ring terribly.
"He is an UNNECESSARY EXPENSE ON MY HOSPITAL!!!" He shouted, making Peter flinch slightly. He refused to back down.
Benton stepped closer to the fuming surgeon, who was so damn angry he could practically burn the other man if he came too close. Their eyes met in yet another intense staring match.
"No. He's not. He is one of our patients and he needs a new damn shunt. I couldn't care less if he has the money for the thing or not," he stepped even closer, leaning down slightly to accommodate the other man's height, getting right in his face.
"Take. Him. Up." His voice got deliciously low as it did when he was talking to Robert.
Romano shook his head slightly, utterly exasperated at Benton's persistence.
"Or what?" He challenged back, already knowing the answer.
"Or I'm gonna get the inspector general on your ass and throw you through one hell of an audit." He threatened.
"You're blackmailing me." Romano growled, voice getting equally as low, piercing brown eyes locked with Peter's intense glare that was challenging, almost begging him to test him further.
"Maybe I am." The tall, dark surgeon retorted, getting so close now to Romano that he could feel the heat coming off him. Hell, he could even smell him. His sweet cologne intoxicating the shorter man, serving as a slight distraction to his indescribable anger towards him.
Benton reached up a hand to Romano's chiseled jaw, stroking it gently, barely touching it at all, up and down, as the other man shut his eyes briefly, the sensation causing him to shiver. His eyes opened again, his anger slowly breaking down, no matter how much he wanted not to show it, as he was slowly being undone with his hands.
"What the hell are you gonna do about it, Dr. Romano?" He whispered, chocolate-colored eyes hypnotizing the bald surgeon. He blushed, hard, his hatred dissolving with his self control.
Looking down briefly at Peter's lips, Robert was at a total loss for words. Logically, there seemed to be only one way to proceed.
Romano's lips collided with Benton's in a rough, sloppy kiss, taking him by surprise, being the first to move this time. Teeth clashed and nipped at lips. Hands pulling at clothes like they have only a few times before as the two got just about as close to each other as humanly possible, tasting each other, the tension finally proving too much on our surgical heroes.
Romano's hands slid under Benton's shirt, running them up and down his sides in appreciation, feeling his ribs with his fingertips, reveling in the feeling of his oh so soft skin. Peter sighed into the kiss, pulling him closer, yanking on his lab coat, pulling at the thick white fabric.
Next thing both of them knew, Romano was pushed against the wall, Benton trailing kisses across his jaw, against his earlobe, down his neck. He moaned as Peter found his Adam's Apple, sucking gently as it bobbed from his vocalizations.
"Peter." He groaned, the feeling almost too much to take. "You're killing me." The other man laughed slightly, his hot breath against his neck as he did.
Peter then deftly loosened the man's tie with his long, slender fingers. Perfect for surgery. Not to mention...
Robert shrugged out of his heavy lab coat as Peter found his lips again, his tongue tasting every corner of his mouth it could reach. Hands pulled at shirts, soon leaving the two bare chested and gasping for air. Peter raked his eyes over the man in front of him, lips kiss swollen, eyes filled with wanting. Romano did the same, taking in the man's appearance. 'Fuck me, he's definitely been working out...'
His observation of the man's toned biceps and broad chest was interrupted when Peter lowered his mouth to his own chest, pressing kisses against his sternum. He panted as he found his way across his chest to one of his hard nipples, covering it with his mouth, suckling at the nub, teasing the other with his fingers.
Romano sank his teeth into his forearm, while his other hand ran through Peter's hair, caressing and guiding his head, encouraging him. It was all he could do to keep himself from crying out in pleasure. Oh if only they didn't have to keep so damn quiet all of the time.
Peter fell slowly got to his knees, moving from his chest to his stomach, which moved up and down with his labored breathing. He kissed and licked around his navel, reaching his belt. He undid it with ease, pulling down both the man's slacks and boxers at once. Romano's engorged prick sprang free.
He saw stars as Peter wrapped his lips around his neglected member, swirling his tongue in circles around the tip as fast he could. A noise escaped his mouth that sounded almost inhuman as he moved, hips rocking, against his mouth. He pulled away for a moment.
"Shh. Stay quiet, or I swear to God, I'll stop." He warned.
"Don't stop." Romano sighed. He felt his stomach clench delightfully as he leaned his head back against the wall, losing himself in the feeling of Peter's tongue.
He pulled away after a bit, sensing that the other man was close.
Standing back up, he kissed Romano, his tongue caressing the other man's as he tasted himself.
"God you taste amazing..." Benton sighed once he'd pulled away, his forehead resting against Robert's.
The other man pulled away briefly, toeing out of his loafers and lowered pants to dig into the pockets of his lab coat, which lay forgotten on the floor. He retrieved a small bottle from its interior, where he'd placed it so no one would accidentally see it.
"Since when do you—?" Peter began, a little more than surprised.
"Let's just say I've been feeling lucky." Romano explained, grinning slightly. He moved to untie Benton's scrub pants, pulling them down with his boxers, leaving him equally as bare. He licked his lips as he let himself observe his naked form. His eyes flicked to his erection, newly felt muscles clenching as he observed its size.
He let himself be guided to the exam bed behind them, lying down as Peter fixed himself over him. Benton spread his legs like Nutella on bread, pushing a slick finger inside of him. He moaned softly as he hit just the right spot inside of him, teasing it with his finger tip. He scratched Peter's back, desperately wanting him to take him, right there in that exam room.
"Be patient. You'll get it soon." Benton said softly in his ear, kissing one of his crimson cheeks.
Adding another finger, then another, Romano was surprised he could even keep himself conscious as waves of pleasure hit him like a freight train. The taller surgeon kept pushing him oh so close to oblivion, then pulling him back again, slowing down, pausing to press kisses on his lips.
After what seemed like an eternity, Benton stroked his own length with the slick substance, slowly, as Romano watched, starving for him. "Give it to me," he pleaded, unable to take it anymore.
Inch by inch, he slowly pushed into him as Romano held on for dear life, wrapping his legs around his waist. His nails dug into his flesh as Peter worked himself into him, stretching him, as he tightened around him.
He began to thrust in and out of him, slowly picking up his rhythm. Robert sucked and nipped at the taller surgeon's neck to keep his his noises of approval at bay. He swore he could feel the other man's movements in his spine.
"Peter..." he whined as the man picked up the pace, close to his own release. He repeated his name once, twice, three more times as he was rocked closer to his own climax, legs tightening around him, claiming him.
"Peter!!" He cried as he came hard. A few more hard strokes and Benton followed suit, pulling out of him and erupting with a low groan all over Romano's stomach.
It wasn't until the flush had long faded from their skin, and they'd gotten their slightly crumpled clothes back on when Romano had piped up, catching Peter's hand as soon as it hit the doorknob, earning himself a look of slight confusion. Romano looked down and blushed.
"I've been wanting to ask you something, but, I wasn't sure when I'd get the chance to do it," he hastily began, his blush getting darker with every passing second. "I...I was wondering...err..." he was stumbling over his words as Peter caressed his cheek, stroking just under his eye with his thumb.
"Go on." He urged him softly.
He took a breath and continued, looking him right in the eyes, despite wanting the floor to swallow him whole before he made a complete fool of himself.
"I was wondering if, you're not to busy...if you'd consider going out some night. This week. For dinner." 'FUCK.'
Benton looked at him, his expression unreadable.
The shorter man looked down quickly, pulling away from his touch.
"Oh God. Just forget I said anything—." He was interrupted by a soft kiss on his lips, shutting him up before he could stammer any more.
"I would love to," Peter said once he'd pulled away, smiling down at the man. Romano beamed back at him. "Are you free tomorrow night?"
"Yeah. I am." He said, smiling so hard his dimples showed. Benton leaned down attacked them both with kisses, reducing him to giggles as he did.
"Excellent. Tomorrow night. I get off at 7. You?"
"7."
"Well then it's settled." Benton agreed, still smiling at the bald man. Those two fucks had forgotten all about Mr. Fletcher and his bullshit.
"Alright. Now quit smiling like an idiot," Romano commanded, turning serious again. "Those people out there are expecting us bloody, pissed to no end, and about 5 seconds away from slashing each other's throats with a 10-blade."
"Let's give them a good show." He finished. And they walked out the door, doing their best to look absolutely furious at each other.
No one knew the difference.
