"Honest to God, you're lucky you didn't get your ass whooped!"

"Oh, come on Peter! You've got to admit, the look on his face was fucking priceless!"

By now, the two were walking down by the Chicago River, arms linked in order to keep each other's drunk ass from falling over.

The skies of Chicago were completely dark now, the bright city lights illuminating the way for our two surgical heroes as they walked together without a care in the world. The moon shone above them like a big surgical light in the sky, stars surrounding it like scattered glitter.

"I'm not saying it wasn't hilarious! I'm just sayin', I'm just genuinely surprised he didn't pop one out on your nose or something!" Peter laughed.

"Whatever! The guys a shrimp, he wouldn't've done a thing! Especially with his paycheck on the line!"

"You're one to talk, Robbie." Benton said sweetly, patting the man's big bald head with his free hand, which was significantly lower than his own. The other man simply pushed him with his side, almost making him fall into the railing by the riverside, not calculating the fact that Benton was still holding his arm, so he pretty much sandwiched the man between himself and the railing.

Unfazed, Peter unhooked his arm from the other man's, wrapping him by the shoulders in a big hug, kissing his forehead.

"Get off, you dickhead!" Romano complained, making no effort to move.

"It's words like that," Peter slurred, still against the railing, hugging the drunk surgeon. "That make me wanna take you right here on this boardwalk."

"Not if you keep making cracks like that!" Robert complained gently swatting at Peter's fat head. The man just hugged him closer.

"Oh, you're so sweet." The man slurred, laughing, tucking the pissy bald man's head underneath his chin, still leaning his back against the railing as he squirmed against him. Romano stilled after another moment, taking in Peter's warmth and the sweet smell of his cologne that brought him back to the previous day in the exam room. He shoved his hands underneath the man's big winter coat.

"Jackoff." Robert growled, voice muffled against Peter's neck, leaning into the man.

"So, Dr. Romano..." Benton began, rubbing the man's with one hand. "The night's still pretty young. And neither of us are in any shape to grab our cars from County and drive home, not even considering the fact that someone could still see us. I was wondering if you'd like to catch a cab and..."

Romano picked up his head just enough to give him a confused look. "Haven't you got that little munchkin at home?"

Peter reached his hand up and stroked his cheek, smiling brightly. "Reese is spending the night with my sister."

The man looked thoughtful for a moment, weighing his options, especially after their little agreement back at the restaurant.

The shorter man kissed his cheek softly. "I'd love to." He answered with his own toothy grin.

They pulled apart, and began making their way from the riverside back towards the street, still having a difficult time walking in a straight line.

"Taxi!" Romano yelled, hoping to snag a ride before his ass froze off. He almost fell off the curb and into the road on MULTIPLE occasions, and probably would have been railed by a truck hadn't Peter been there to yank him back by the back of his coat.

"Finally!" The bald man yelled when a big yellow cab from the busy street began to slow down, temporarily parking on the curb for them to board.

"Oh no! I've been standing out here for 15 minutes!" A foreign voice called out from around 20 feet down the curb, slowly getting closer. Some fat guy with a handlebar mustache and a bug up his ass was briskly waddling his way toward our two drunken surgical heroes.

"Oh shit GO!" Romano yowled, throwing the door of the taxi open, allowing Peter to climb inside, then jumping in himself.

The last thing they heard from Pissed Off Fat Guy was the slam of a briefcase against the trunk of the car as they pulled off, leaving him red faced and fuming. The two men looked at each other, slightly mortified.

Peter gave the taxi driver his address, who seemed to be completely unfazed by the total stranger's outburst, obviously used to occurrences like this happening on a daily basis. He then sat back, taking a glance at Robert, who was gazing out the window at the city lights, a pensive expression covering his face.

The taller surgeon grasped his hand, pulling him from his reverie.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, looking at the man with bright eyes. Romano smiled at him.

"I've had a very nice time tonight, Peter."

"You ain't seen nothing yet..." he said huskily, with a glint in his chocolate colored eyes. Romano blushed hard, looking down at their hands. The other man laughed.

"3 times in one night. I think you might be coming down with something again, Dr. Romano."

They rode in companionable silence, all the way to Peter's house. They got there, and the taller man paid the fare, despite Robert's insistent griping.

"Oh come on, Peter..." the man was shut up, as soon as the cab peeled off, by Peter's lips hitting his as he took the bald man in his arms. Romano's complaints were replaced by a soft moan as the kiss intensified, and he wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck.

"Peter, you're going to get us arrested." Robert groaned as he moved from his mouth down to the crook of his neck, his teeth pulling gently on the sensitive skin there.

"Dr. Romano, could I interest you in a night cap?" Peter whispered in his ear once he'd got himself to stop, his head resting on his shoulder.

"I'm pretty sure if I drink another drop I'll end up on the UNOS list for a new liver!" He murmured.

"Would coffee be a more enticing offer?" He brought his head up from the man's shoulder slightly, looking at him with sparkling eyes.

"I think I can handle that."

Benton took his hand, leading him to his doorstep. He took out his keys and unlocked the door.

"Make yourself at home." The taller man said as they reached the living room, and Robert plopped down on the couch, propping his feet up on the ottoman in front of it.

Benton sauntered off to make the coffee, and Romano took a quick glance around his home. Less than a month ago, he'd never have imagined himself in one of his best surgeon's houses, having just snogged them and then waiting for them to brew some coffee, about to do God knows what in there.

It was spacious, but not intimidating, the strange bald man noted. He appreciated a grand piano in the corner of the living room and a fireplace imbedded in the wall across from him, a big, sleek leather couch facing it, which he was currently sprawled out on. His walls had photographs scattered on it here and there, one of which was of him in a cap and gown, presumably after he'd graduated med school.

Robert gazed at the photo, sniggering. 'If only his professors knew what an arrogant little bitch he'd become.'

"What are you laughing at, Robbie?" The man teased as he reentered, two cups of steaming coffee in hand.

"Don't call me that, Petey. Or so help me, you'll be stuck doing bowel resections and cholecystectomies till rapture." The man warned, giving him a grumpy look, as 'Petey' set the mugs down on the coffee table. He sat down next to him, poking the tip of his nose with one finger.

"Did anyone every tell you how cute you look when you're grumpy?" He drawled, giving him an innocent, toothy grin. The man's coffee colored eyes immediately focused on the finger on his nose, making him go cross-eyed. Peter bust out laughing, holding his stomach on the verge of tears.

"Oh that's real smart, Dr. Benton. Laughing at you're superior. With no consideration for his ego, at that. I think we might just need to cut this little discussion short." The man finished, pouting at the taller surgeon who was still having trouble finding his composure.

"Oh, shut up and have your coffee, you big baby! Before it gets cold." He yapped, grabbing his own mug and taking a swig of the hot, dark liquid. Robert did the same, glaring at Peter, still feigning a hurt look on his face.

"When are you on tomorrow?" Benton wondered, noting the time from the old wooden grandfather clock in the far left side of the room. It was already almost 9.

"I'm not—tomorrow's my day off." Romano sighed, seeming quite relieved. "My first real one in almost 2 weeks." A hand found itself on the nape of his neck in a gentle caress.

"You shouldn't push yourself too hard." Benton urged, his expression turned to one of concern.

"It's just in the job description, Peter, it's nothing personal." He mumbled, the man's touch making it hard to think straight. He leaned into the soft touch, as he massaged his neck, making him feel like nothing else in the whole world mattered.

When he'd managed to develop these exceedingly, almost frighteningly strong feelings for Benton, he had no idea. Whatever feelings were unleashed from the depths of him in that office just continued to grow and strengthen with each passing day, and he had no idea how to stop it. Hell, he had no idea if he even wanted to stop it. 'Good god, how the fuck will I ever do surgery with this man again?'

"I'm on at 8 tomorrow. Should be fun." Benton deadpanned, absentmindedly massaging Romano's neck.

"Like hell you are!" The other man growled, looking at him sternly.

"What are you implying, that I call in sick or something?" Benton asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "You ought to know I can't afford many more sick days before I end up getting screwed."

"Well, it just so happens that I do have supreme power over your schedule, Dr. Benton," The shorter man murmured, a mischief showing in his face. He sipped at his coffee and continued—"I suppose we can let this one slide under the table."

"That's favoritism, Dr. Romano," Peter informed him, getting a bit serious. "If anybody just so happens to find out about us—."

"They're not going to, Peter, so stop worrying you're pretty little head about it and just let me take care of this." Peter looked unconvinced.

Robert took the man's hand from where it rest on his neck, holding it in both of his own.

"It's the least I can do after tonight," he said honestly. "It's just one day shift. I highly doubt that even if we are found out, anyone will make the connection. Just let me do this one thing for you."

He brought his hand up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles. He was met with stony silence as Benton's eyes flicked away from him slightly, obviously having an internal debate with himself between his surgical duties, and his boss, who was currently giving him puppy eyes as he all but begged him to give in to his wishes.

"I can make a mean plate of eggs and bacon, you know. Hell, I'll even throw chocolate chip pancakes and mimosas in the mix depending on what you've got here." He pleaded, looking almost desperate at this point. "Please spend the morning with me?"

Peter shook his head, defeated. "Oh...how could I say no to that face?" He whined, the smile returning to his face. Romano gave him one of his own, selling him completely on his proposition. "Damn you!" the taller surgeon growled, throwing his arms around the man, squeezing him.

He got up after a beat as Robert reached for his coffee, taking another sip, observing the man. The only light cast on his form was from a tall lamp in one corner of the room, bathing him in its soft glow as he ambled to the turntable by his window.

He'd lost his thick overcoat once the two had entered. Giving him a once over, several times over, Robert slowly became aware of how badly he'd just like to rip his suit and tie off, leaving it in a forgotten pile on the floor as they gave each other all of their time for the rest of the evening.

His cheeks slightly reddened at the thought, shifting as other parts of his body responded to his sudden invasive little notion in their own way. His little brainstorming session had sobered him up at least 5 times more than the coffee in his hand.

"Well this is odd," Peter noted after putting one of his jazz records on the turntable. The sound of soft instrumentals filled the room. "The Great Rocket Romano has gone all quiet on me." He returned to his spot on the couch next to the man, resting his hand on his knee.

"Care to let me in on what's distracting you?"
Romano shuddered as his voice dropped deliciously low again. 'The word you sure does come to mind.'

Robert bit his lip, eyes averting in the direction of Peter's lap, then down at the ground as he turned his head to face the coffee table. He began reading off the names of the various medical journals that littered it, trying to quell the butterflies in his gut that were going mad from the intense, dare he say, alluring man beside him.

Benton brought a hand up to Romano's face, holding his chin, making him meet his eyes, dark and full of questioning.

"Don't tell me you haven't been thinking about it," Robert whispered, running his fingers up and down the forearm connected to the hand that seemed to control his every desire. His eyes were dead set on the small expanse of his dark, bare skin, his sleeves rolled up. "You of all people must be fully aware of the effect you have on me, Dr. Benton."

A brief pause. The smooth jazz sounded far away as their brown eyes met, filled to the brim with desire and intensity, both observing the other's intentions carefully.

"Don't tell me you haven't been enjoying it."

"As a matter of fact I have," Peter said in Romano's favorite tone. He brought his head in, his mouth nearing Romano's ear, bringing his voice down to a sultry whisper. "Pretend all you want, Dr. Romano. I've seen the way you look at me over the operating table. Across the desk when you're signing off on discharge papers. Even while we scrub." He bit down on his earlobe, making him gasp, his unsteady breath now against Peter's neck.

"I want you, Peter. Now." Robert said, any fragment of poise and self control leaving him as he continued to stare deep into those dark eyes, wanting, needing...

Peter kissed him. Hard. His tongue pushing into his mouth, exploring the now all too familiar territory that was Romano's mouth. They kissed passionately as Robert got closer to him, as close as possible, until he found himself in the man's lap, making quick work of the buttons on his silk shirt. He loosened his tie as Peter untucked his shirt, running his hands across his broad shoulders, down his back, all the way down to his ass, caressing his backside.

Romano moaned loudly into his mouth at the contact. He felt Peter's bulging arousal underneath him. He began unbuckling the man's belt, keeping his mouth pressed against his, moaning again as he felt Peter give the side of his mouth a hot swipe with his tongue.

Reluctantly, Robert broke the kiss, pulling himself off of Peter's lap and onto the floor, kneeling, positioning his body between the man's knees. He pulled down his slacks, running a hand over the bulging erection stretching the fabric of his briefs. He pulled them down, lowering his head to kiss the tip of his length softly.

"Oh God..." Benton groaned as Romano wrapped his lips around him, tasting him for the first time. He bobbed his head up and down on his member, taking more and more of it into his mouth with each slow stroke.

"Fuck, Robert!" Peter yelled when he got to the base, throwing his head back against the couch, one hand stroking his bald head while the other gripped one of his couch cushions so hard his knuckles turned white. His hips moved slightly, unable to gain much momentum being pressed between his couch and Romano, who was caressing his thighs.

Benton finally had to nudge Romano's head away, panting as his legs trembled slightly from the man's feverish efforts.

"If you keep that up, I'm not going to last much longer..." he said shakily, still catching his breath.

He stood up, helping Robert up from his spot on the floor. Peter quickly led him upstairs, pulling off his shirt and jacket to hit the floor somewhere as they made their way to the bedroom. By the time they got with 10 feet of the door they were kissing passionately again as Peter yanked at Romano's own jacket, leaving it to fall on the floor.

After shutting his door, Peter shoved Robert onto the bed, making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, kissing down his chest with each one he flung open. He tossed it off to the side, then worked on pulling his belt loose. He pulled off Robert's pants and boxers all in one tug, leaving him completely bare, writhing in anticipation. Peter brought his mouth back to Romano's, kissing his tender, kiss swollen lips.

His skin tingled from the skin-to-skin contact, bodies pressed together, lining up almost perfectly as Benton held him in his arms.

Romano broke the kiss again, crying out in pleasure as their swollen members brushed together, that same otherworldly pleasure jolting through him like a lightening strike. Peter rocked his hips against Robert's, gaining friction from the action, causing the man to pant hard, his throbbing length wet with pre-come as the other man's rubbed against it.

Benton retrieved a small bottle from his nightstand, squeezing a dollop of its contents out onto his hand, lubricating it along with his member. He inserted his fingers into the man, bringing his head down to pepper kisses across his stomach.

"Oh god yes!" Robert yelled as Peter lowered his head down to his weeping length, sucking on the tip as he pushed his fingers against his prostrate, trembling from the mixed sensation. He gently guided Peter's head as he moved against his mouth, feeling like he might pass out from the dizzying amount of pleasure the man granted him.

He pulled away after a while, lining up his slick member with Robert's entrance. He entered him, feeling his nails drag against his flesh and his teeth sink into his neck. He held one of his hands, lacing their fingers together as he began to thrust into him as hard as he could, working to satisfy the man with every fiber of his being.

Benton's thrusts got harder and harder the louder Romano got as his moans of approval and soft, moaned words of praise got less and less coherent. He clung to Peter, his carnal cries increasing in volume and pitch as he went on.

Robert came painfully hard on one particularly sharp thrust, his hot white release getting all over himself and the taller man's abdomen. His grip on the man tightened even more as the thrusts continued, pulling him back to the point of oblivion once more.

"Don't stop, Peter..." he groaned, feeling himself getting close all over again.

The taller man kept up his rhythm, sinking his teeth hard into the man's neck, sucking his soft skin, trying to hold on a little longer.

"Don't stop, Peter!" He shouted as he came again. Peter was soon to follow, finishing deep inside of him. He collapsed on top of him, breathing heavy, perspiration running covering his forehead in a sheen.

Benton pulled out of him, lying next to him, chest rising and falling rapidly. He grasped his hand firmly, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh my god that was amazing." Romano said breathlessly. Benton nodded in approval.

"God, I love you." He sighed, before even registering what the words meant before they came out of his mouth.

Panicking, he let go of Peter's hand, throwing himself up from the bed. The other man was quick to stop him before he got too far, grabbing him around the waist, dragging him back into bed, spooning him in with him, tangling their legs together.

"It's okay. I love you too, Robert." He murmured, tightening his arms around the bald surgeon. "I love you too..."