It was a lovely morning in the Benton household, around 9am that day in the city of Chicago.
The sun was shining.
The birds were singing.
And our well-known surgical hero, Robert Romano stood in boxers and a bathrobe, casually flipping chocolate chip pancakes and cooking bacon, humming to himself while he worked. Our other well known, not yet medical hero, Reese Benton sat on the counter to the left of him, eating chocolate chips straight from the bag, watching the stranger make breakfast.
Our other well-known surgical hero, Peter Benton, stumbled down the stairs. Unlike the last time y'all tuned into this smutty crack fic with my half decent attempt at a plot line, he was now clad in baggy gray sweatpants and a white tank top, his hair glistening in the sunlight, still damp from their "discussion" in the shower.
"I didn't give you permission to use my stove either, Dr. Romano." Peter warned in a low voice as he sauntered into the kitchen. "This might just provoke another one of our little discussions, THIS time with you bent over my kitchen counter-" He stopped dead in his tracks, gawking at the scene before him. Reese saw absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, waving at his father like the bald man had been there every morning of his life.
Robert plucked the boy off of the counter, setting him on the floor to run to his father. Peter picked him up, kissing his head, confusion still evident in his face. He gave a small thanks to God that Reese was deaf, keeping him from raising any questions about his grand entrance.
"Your sister brought him over, said she had some doctor's appointment to get to. Seemed like she was under the impression that you were working late," he said, nonchalantly flipping a pancake. "Figured I couldn't just leave the little tyke out in the cold, now could I?"
Peter set the kid down, leaving him to run off to the living room to wait for breakfast. He then came up behind the man, wrapping his arms around him just as he'd done only an hour or so before, hugging him from behind. He pressed a kiss to his cheek.
"Okay. Now I'm REALLY worried about you!" He laughed, disbelief still embedded in his voice. "I leave you alone for 15 minutes to get dressed only to find you in a robe...MY robe, flipping pancakes...and last time I checked, your reputation says you eat kids like him for breakfast!"
"Oh come on Peter, be fair now!" he whined, moving his bacon to a plate. "You of all people should know that the med students are a more practical choice, mostly because they're bigger and too tired to fight back."
"And if you're really that peeved about the robe, I suppose I could take it off... " he murmured, his voice taking on a provocative tone.
"Nah, keep it on, " Peter said, sliding his hands underneath the thick, soft fabric to feel his bare skin. Romano leaned back against the man, closing his eyes briefly. "It looks better on you." he rumbled against his temple, causing a shiver to move down the man's spine.
The three ate not long after, the two men sitting side by side, sipping coffee and chowing down on hot cakes while Reese signed excitedly across from them about his night at his aunt's. He went on and on about his trip to the park and the movies they'd watched as the two nodded their heads occasionally, letting him know they were still listening.
'What happened to your hair?' He signed to the bald surgeon between bites of pancake once he'd finished his story.
'None of your beeswax. Drink your juice.' Romano signed back.
'Don't be rude.' Peter signed, taking a sip of his coffee.
'Don't mind him, he's just a bit of a grouch.' He sighed to Reese, a wry smile covering his face. The bald man feigned annoyance at Benton, stabbing a piece of his pancake whilst glaring at him.
Benton just reached over to him, pinching his cheek, immediately dissolving his grumpy expression as he sniggered, swatting him away.
Once they'd finished and picked up, they relocated to the living room, with Reese insisting that he catch Spongebob while it was on.
The two sat side by side on the couch in front of the tv. Benton turned his head to look at Romano, who was watching Reese, amused at his antics. The boy had since plopped himself right in front of the tv, eyes glued to it as his show started up.
Peter grabbed his hand and squeezed it, gaining his attention.
"Don't tell me the all mighty and all powerful Robert 'Rocket' Romano has gone all soft on me." He teased lightly, looking into his soft brown eyes. Romano gave him a grin, revealing his dimples. Benton's heart skipped a beat.
"If word gets out about any of this, I might just have to kill you, Dr. Benton." He warned, his soft smile not making him look the least bit threatening.
"Oh, you wouldn't dream of it!" Peter challenged, bringing up his hand to caress the side of Romano's face, leaning closer to him.
"Oh yes, I would." Robert purred, following his lead. Peter's eyes flicked from Robert's own to his lips, moving himself ever closer. Before either of them knew it, their mouths were just barely touching.
And then, Murphy's law smacked them both in the face with its fat cock.
Both Benton's and Romano's pagers started going mad from where they'd left them on the coffee table the previous night, on the other side of the room.
Benton growled, pulling away from the man reluctantly. He crossed the room, grabbing both of their pagers.
911 to the OR.
The bald man swore, his arrangements from the previous night foiled, his time away from his administrative obligations cut short...not to mention his time with Peter.
"Damn! Looks like you'll have to be taking off my robe, anyway..." the taller man groaned, sauntering off to get ready for a probable trip through the ol' Cook County Cesspool.
