So turns out my school's closing cuz of the Coronavirus. You know what that means?!

Ample time to update this fic before we all fucking DIE.

Enjoy, kiddies!

He woke up slowly as the first signs of daylight began to shine through the half-closed curtains. He'd forgotten where he was for a moment, until his dulled senses picked up on someone's hot breath against his neck, and two strong arms holding him from around his chest.

Oh. Right. Peter's place.

He opened his eyes, groaning slightly at the throbbing pain in his head that came of it. His stomach lining felt like it'd been rubbed down with paint thinner. All in all, his body felt like an absolute DUMPSTER FIRE. 'Damn that man and his stupid, expensive wine!'

Reluctantly, the strange, rather hungover bald man began to untangle himself from the warm body curled up behind him, snoring softly, aware of a different kind of need he'd developed after sleeping off the night's exertions. A bathroom need.

Pulling himself ever so slowly out from under the covers, he made a quick once over at the other man. He felt a stir in his chest as he gazed at his sleeping face. His features softened, Romano would have been lying if he hadn't seen some angelic qualities within the man who'd just fucked his brains out less than 9 hours prior. 'How easy would it be to just shove a pillow over his big stupid face...'

He reached out a hand, stroking his cheek gently, sighing as he took in his appearance for a little while longer, before he yanked one of the man's baggy looking sweatshirts, slipping it on to cover himself up a bit, and padded off to the bathroom.

Once his needs were met, he turned to the sink, washing up before immediately shoving his head into it and slurping down water straight from the tap like a fucking homeless man, desperate to ease the aftermath of their little night out. He glanced at himself in the mirror, groaning at the man in it. 'It'd be a miracle if he didn't go running for the hills when he catches a glimpse of me.' He pondered, staring down his reflection with a grimace. 'I look like I've been hit in the face with a shovel!'

He turned on the shower almost as hot as it would go. Snagging Peter's toothbrush, he cleared his mouth of the feeling he'd gotten from his previous intoxication, which was not unlike Satan having taken a fat shit in his mouth.

He then slipped off Peter's sweatshirt, tossing it on the counter, and jumped under the hot spray, feeling the pounding in his head ease slightly as the water doused over it. He groaned, beginning to feel a bit more alive again, and lathered up, his mind beginning to wander a bit.

He said he loved him. He fucking said he loved him. And he said it back.

What the hell was happening to him? He's been in plenty of casual relationships before, all of which consisted of equal parts fucking and dining before they eventually fell flat. Of course, those were all with women. Peter shouldn't be much different. He should not make him feel like this. It was all just a little bit of harmless experimentation, but oh what a little experimenting had made him feel.

Romano sighed, thoughts swirling through his head as he rinsed off. Perhaps he'd gotten a bit more than he'd bargained for after his little dinner suggestion. And sure, he was happy. Happier than he'd been in a hell of a long time, to be more accurate. He just hoped the entire thing wouldn't eventually blow up in his face. After all, at times, him and Peter were often comparable to a square peg in a round hole.

Beforehand, he'd gotten his cheap thrills almost entirely from surgery. Every bit of passion he had in him had gone into surgery, and just about nothing else. But now.

He shut his eyes, his mind wandering back to last night. It had been the first time the pair had gotten the chance to really take their time, slowly working each other up just to wear each other out, all without having to rush to get their clothes back on straight and return to their duties, pretending like nothing had happened.

He longed for the next chance they'd get to find themselves alone together. No bustling hallways keeping one from loudly voicing their praise to the other as they carried on with yet another graceless act of passion. No beeping pagers. And sure as hell no annoying coworkers, whom he felt had been watching his every move around Peter since the first time.

Just them, all by themselves to create their own form of complete and utter bliss.

He shuddered. Peter Benton really did make him feel like he was the only man in the world. His deep kisses that took his breath away, keeping him from thinking about much else apart from his tongue, while his hands held his head or ran across his back. The way he prepared him slowly until his chest heaved and he begged for him, softly repeating his name only for him to eventually give in, laying into him, nipping at his most sensitive spots, caressing his thighs...

His straying imagination was promptly interrupted by a familiar sensation.

Two strong arms wrapped around him as the intruder pressed his chest against his back, nuzzling his cheek. Unfazed, Romano leaned back slightly against the man. Benton brought his head up for a moment, lazily pressing kiss to his temple.

"Good morning." Peter mumbled, his lips moving to a spot on the back of the man's ear, causing him to shiver.

"Good morning yourself," Robert grumbled, turning to face the man, kissing his cheek before leaning his head against his shoulder. "You slept like a rock."

"Yeah, well, I had this absolute mad man keeping me up last night. He came into my house, drank my coffee, and by the end of it all he ended up hogging up all the covers in my bed." He snarked, bringing up a hand to play with the 10 or 20 hair follicles left on the back of Robert's head.

"If you're going to barge in on my showers you could at least be polite. After all, you were the one who insist—." He was shut up by Benton, who pulled him into their first kiss of the day. Romano complied, not having a care in the world about being shut up.

Peter broke the kiss, pulling away slightly, dark eyes gazing into the other surgeon's. Romano swallowed hard, beginning to fold under the man's intense stare all over again. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the velvety, smooth sound of the other man's voice.

"Dr. Romano...did you use my toothbrush?"

The bald man nodded slowly, resisting the urge to break away from those intense dark orbs and stare at the smooth, wet tiles of the shower floor.

"Without my permission?" He almost sounded angry, as he backed him up against the shower wall, pinning both of his own hands against it on either side of Romano's head. He peered down at him. 'There he goes again, staring at me like I'm brunch. My God, does the man have any class at all?!'

"Boss to subordinate, remember Peter? I do what I want." He bit back, hoping to God, Allah, whatever that his own eyes shown back just as dark, were just as intense. If he had the same dizzying affect on Peter as Peter had on him, he hid it well, his back taut, his toned muscles wet from the hot spray to the right of them. He appeared large and unafraid. Unfaltering. Intimidating. Romano's heart was beating like a trailer park husband.

Benton brought his head in closer, much closer, his mouth nearing his own in an almost kiss. Romano inhaled sharply, his lips parting slightly in anticipation. 'KISS ME ALREADY, YOU BASTARD'

Peter took one hand away from the wall, bringing it round to caress his backside, pulling at the man's bottom lip with his teeth as his breathing picked up.

"Respectfully, Dr. Romano, it's my house..." he whispered, his hand now stroking his hip, up and down, ever so gently. Robert gripped his wrist, desperately trying to guide his hand lower. Peter wasn't having it, pulling upward against his grip. He moved his hand back to his ass, pinching hard, a loud whine escaping the man's lips.

"I'm the boss here..." he growled, before crashing his lips to Robert's again, giving him the intense contact he so desperately needed. He reached his arms around Peter, feeling the solid muscle of his shoulders rippling under smooth, wet skin. Romano's nails raked gently across Peter's back as he stroked the inside of his thigh in circles, teasing him.

Peter pulled him closer, one hand holding his head against his mouth as he ravaged it while the other gripped his backside, pulling his hips closer to his own. The shorter man moaned into the kiss as Peter ground his hips against his, his swollen prick rubbing with his own. Arousal pooled deep within him, settling in his stomach like magma in his gut. He moved against him, gaining friction against the man.

Peter pulled away, his mouth coming up to Robert's ear, tongue tracing its shell as he panted, chest to chest with the man.

"With all due respect, Dr. Romano," Peter brought a hand down to Romano's throbbing length, rubbing hard on the tip with his thumb as he spoke, his words as smooth as molten caramel into the man's ear. He yelled, rapture seizing his now trembling form. Peter's voice dropped down to a breathy whisper. "I'm going to fuck you until you can barely walk."

And with that, Peter crashed his lips back to Romano's, kissing him hungrily. The balder man returned the kiss, starving for him, for his touch, his kiss, his...

The kiss broke as Benton took his hand away from Robert's member, bringing it to his mouth, pushing two of his fingers past his lips.

"Suck them. Or I'll stop."

Romano complied, his tongue caressing the fingers in his mouth, sucking gently. Peter's mouth travelled down to his neck, then down his chest. He turned his attention to his erect nipples, pulling on one of them with his mouth, running his tongue over the nub.

Robert groaned around the man's fingers as he teased his nipples, his hands running over his shoulders, praising him.

Benton took his head away after a while, kissing the man's cheek before withdrawing his fingers, slipping them inside of him. Romano's legs shook, threatening to give way as Benton hit his prostate, rubbing it in a circular motion.

"Relax. I've got you..." the taller man reassured, holding him tight against him with his free arm, keeping him upright. The shorter man's breathing picked up, his eyes slamming shut, losing himself in the feeling of Peter's fingers.

"Fuck, Peter..." he cried, nearing the edge. Peter withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his large, turgid member, slick with precome. He pushed into the man as he groaned, letting himself be pushed up against the shower wall, wrapping his legs around Peter's waist.

"Oh Dr. Benton..." he crooned as Benton thrust in and out of his entrance. The man pressed soft, lingering kisses up and down the length of his jaw as he sped up, pushing deeper and deeper with every bump against him. Romano reached a hand down to his aching hardness, stroking it up and down, matching Peter's rhythm. "Oh god...right there...right there!"

The nails on his other hand sank into Peter's back as he came, black spots clouding his vision from the head rush caused from his abrupt climax. The other man didn't slow down as Romano's body grew a bit more slack in his arms, almost convulsing between Peter's sharp thrusts and his own euphoric orgasm.

"Come with me, you son of a bitch..." Benton growled into his ear, movements becoming all the more powerful, hips moving frantically, not far from being pushed over the edge. He gathered Romano's ass in his hands, pulling him as close as possible against his hips as he pummeled him.

"Come for me, Robert!" He cried, releasing his spent inside of Romano, who followed suit, his back arching against the wall as he came painfully hard. He sagged against Peter then, panting from the heat of the shower, coupled with the almost impossibly close contact with one of his lead surgeons.

Peter pulled out of him, and the two slid to the floor. Robert rest his head against Peter's shoulder, taking his hand.

"Holy shit, you're amazing..." he breathed, still vibrating from Benton's endeavor. The man kissed his bald head before leaning his own against it.

"And you're biased." He sighed, gazing down at their linked hands.

Our two heroes' morning was off to a fabulous start...