Our chapter today takes place in the same afternoon it left off. Though now, it was around 3 in the afternoon.
The sun was blazin' hotter than Jesus Christ himself in a hot tub.
The smooth jazz in Peter's humble Chicago abode played softly, its elegant instrumentals setting the mood perfectly.
And our beloved Chief of Staff and Head of Surgery of Cook County Hospital, Robert Romano, was currently in bed.
Well, to be more precise, Peter's bed.
And, if we're talking about complete and total accuracy as to how this particular scene is portrayed, our other hero of the story, Peter Benton, was currently kneeling behind Romano, mirroring his position on the bed, as he worked free every one of Romano's shirt buttons in turn. Romano's slacks from the day had been haphazardly tossed on the floor, his favored black loafers and socks lay forgotten with them in a pile.
Peter, however, was disrobed completely, the heat from his bare skin radiating against Romano's back, warming him. Romano's boxers felt tight at the feeling, wanting Peter to throw his smoothness and deliberation out the window, allowing their naked bodies to entwine as one, skin colliding deliciously with each bump of their hips.
He'd bring his hands round to the man's partially bare chest, which trembled with each shaky breath he took, just dying for him to quit moving so slowly and gently with him. Every one of Robert's emotions in that moment demanded that the man behind his kneeling form would just drop the slow yet satisfying routine and ravage him, leaving him bare and perspiring, his whole body aching for more.
Peter was busy tasting the small of Robert's back, just below his neck, trailing upward to the nape of his neck. Robert gasped softly as the man's lips caressed every bit of freckled skin they could reach. His fingers pried with cruel dexterity at another one of his buttons, the one that sat just below his sternum. The soft fabric parted with Peter's success, leaving more of the quivering man's skin exposed. Goosebumps littered his chest as Peter grazed it with his long, slender digits. He was barely touching him, but it was just enough to make him gasp, his eyes closing at the sudden rush of ecstasy it caused.
"Shhh...just relax. Let me take care of you..." Peter whispered, his mouth against his nape, the soft, silky hair there brushing his lips.
"I need you, Peter..." he implored, skin prickling at his delicate touch. "I need you inside of me."
Peter chuckled airily against the back of his neck, Romano's back straightening abruptly at the air, his air hitting his skin.
"I know you do, Robert," Benton purred, beginning to work on another button. "Just calm down, I'll give it to you."
"But first, I'm going to feel my way over every inch of you..." he assured him, his voice taking on a quality not unlike soft butter. His hands pulled the button free, stripping the man further. 'Just two more of the damn things to go...'
"I'm going to unwrap you slowly," his fingertips brushed over his chest, stroking gently. "Kiss you all over," nimble digits pried open another button, allowing it to fall open with ease. "And then fill you all the way up..."
"God yes," Romano sighed breathily, a shiver creeping up his spine.
"With all due respect, Dr. Romano..." Benton threw open the last button, the fabric now hanging open loosely on each side, flowing slightly as he gently raked his nails in imperfect patterns, moving them from his bare stomach, stopping just before his rib cage.
"I'm going to fuck your tight hole until you can barely breathe."
Peter's hand flew to Romano's chin as he leaned closer to him, kissing him then from behind. Romano could feel the intensity of his kiss from his prickling scalp, to his racing heart, all the way down to his toes. He was thoroughly convinced that no one could ever touch him like this, no one could ever make him feel like this.
Their tongues slid against each other as Peter brought both hands down to the waistband of Romano's boxers, beginning to pull them down. Romano's throbbing erection was already dripping from his arousal, now free from its confinement.
Peter brought his hand up to Romano's hardness, his fingers gently grazing the tip, his wetness coating his fingertips. He rubbed it in a circular motion, his touch so light that Romano just wanted to scream. He squirmed, only to be stilled by a tight arm encompassing him.
"Come on Dr. Romano, be good," Benton whispered, breaking the kiss as he spoke into his ear.
Benton nipped at his outer ear, caressing the soft skin with his teeth as he brought his hand up, his first two fingers glistening from Romano's wetness. He stopped them at the man's mouth, close to his red, kiss swollen lips.
"Go ahead. Taste yourself..." Peter rasped, his breath hot and damp against his ear.
Romano obeyed without a second thought, drawing Peter's dripping fingers past his lips, tasting his own salty spent. He suckled gently on the man's fingers, pulling at them with his mouth, eliciting a satisfied groan from him.
"Fuck. Yes, just like that..." Peter rumbled against the back of his ear. He brought his other hand down to Romano's hot, thick length, pumping it slowly, rewarding him for his obedience.
Romano moaned loudly, his stomach clenching deliciously from the sensation. He could feel Peter's large, swollen member pressing against his bare backside, slick with his own spent dripping from its head. He desperately wanted Peter to pierce him then, for him to pound into him heedlessly and without preparation. He wanted to feel the exquisite pain as he stretched him, making him take every inch of his rampant member at once until he started to moan and yell in his own primal approval. He wanted nothing more than to leave the man satisfied, run ragged from his exertions with damp sheets and scratches down his back.
Romano moaned his name softly around the fingers in his mouth as Benton continued, kissing his neck as his mouth sought for that sensitive spot on the side of his neck. The sound of skin grazing skin filled Romano's ears as Benton's hand moved rhythmically up and down his wettened length, mixing with the magnificent instrumentals of Kenny G, which droned on in the background throughout their amorous activities. It was almost too much to bear.
"That's right, baby. Say my name..." Benton purred, his thumb coming down hard on the tip of Romano's member. The shorter man cried out from the sudden contact with one of his most sensitive parts, only making Benton's already impressive length swell even larger.
He took both hands away then, drawing a displeased whine from Romano. Peter pulled his unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders, tossing it off the side off his bed. He then grabbed Romano by his waist, flipping him over so that he lay flat against his bed on his back. He pulled his boxers from where they'd been left around his thighs, throwing them to the floor. They were both completely bare now, hot, perspiring bodies just minutes away from becoming one.
Peter settled himself between Romano's feet, trailing kisses at a painstakingly slow pace up his body. He went from the top of his foot, to his ankle, then to his calf, driving the shorter man insane from his onslaught. He pressed hot, wet kisses against hypersensitive skin, drawing desperate, breathy little moans from Romano with each and every one. He wanted his mouth somewhere else, somewhere a lot higher and more sensitive than where it was now.
"God, just take me..." he groused, squirming against the man between his legs. His engorged prick leaned towards his stomach, left tragically neglected by the taller man. "Take me right now, Peter. Please..."
Peter was nuzzling the inside of his thigh now, tasting the silky skin there. "I will soon, love. Just wait..." he murmured against him. He nipped at him, tugging on his pale, freckled skin with his teeth. Romano gasped, almost pushed over the edge from that minuscule action alone.
He then brought himself higher, to the delicate pouch that hung just beneath his bulging length, sucking on both of his bullocks in turn, causing the man to squirm even more. He then took them both in his mouth, his tongue caressing them lustfully, savoring his musky scent there. It'd been the one place on his boss, both literally and figuratively, he'd never imagine himself kissing in a million years.
And even crazier; he enjoyed it.
so much...
He finally reached the underside of his swollen member, pressing his lips against it softly. Romano writhed, every one of his nerves responding to Peter's soft kisses.
"You've been a very good boy, Dr. Romano," Peter mumbled against his hardness, the vibrations against his member making his toes curl. He gripped Peter's sheets in both fists, knuckles white from the amount of force he put into the action. "I suppose you're deserving of a little treat..."
The taller man pulled away briefly, his hand seeking out the little bottle of Astroglide he kept on his nightstand. He kneeled, covering his fingers with the slippery fluid.
He then pushed two fingers into his entrance, thrusting them in and out, picking up speed as he continued. After another moment, he brought his mouth down to his neglected hardness, his tongue lapping away the slick, tangy spent from his throbbing, almost painful head.
Peter assaulted his prostate with his fingertips for the second time that day, causing Romano's legs to twitch delightfully each time they made contact with the pulsating bundle of nerves. He added another slick finger, pushing the bald man to his limits.
"Peter," Robert whimpered desperately, his body demanding more from Peter than it'd been offered. "I want your cock..." he whined needily, spreading his legs for the man. Peter withdrew his fingers, retrieving that magic little bottle once again.
Benton slicked up his length then, lining himself up against Robert's entrance. The entirety of his head just barely slipped into him as he remained almost completely taut, hovering over the man. He kissed him tenderly on his parted lips, teasing him, pushing him as far as he could go.
"Now, Peter! I need you!" Romano cried out, loosing his cool completely. His breathing had picked up significantly, almost hyperventilating against the man. His skin was hot, almost as if he'd developed a fever from the taller man's continuous touch by itself. Peter was intoxicating him with each passing second, making him feel drunk or high or something, despite having consumed nothing, nothing at all...
"Fuck me, Peter! Now!" Romano's nails dug into his toned flesh, his muscles hard from their contraction as he kept himself, despite every one of his instincts from pushing all the way inside the man, holding back nothing, taking no prisoners.
"Oh, my chief, I know you can be more polite to your subordinate than that..." Benton chastised, kissing one of his flaming red cheeks, the heat coming off of it practically able to burn him.
Romano wrapped his legs tight around Benton's waist, trying with no success to draw him deeper. The taller man pulled his lubricated head out, leaving it to gently rest against his entrance as he twitched there in anticipation. Romano whimpered at the loss of contact, nails dragging against his flesh, long, reddened lines of skin appearing where they scraped there.
"Go ahead, ask nicely, and you'll get it," Peter murmured sweetly in his ear, his voice in that delicious, low tone that Romano loved.
"P-please...Peter...please just—"
Romano failed to finish his plea when Peter slammed into him. Hard. Tip to base in one single thrust of his hips.
A strangled cry sounded from the shorter man as he clung tighter to Peter, letting him take him in his entirety.
Benton continued to pound into him again and again and again and again, using every ounce of brute strength he had in him to please Romano to his core and then some.
After the only the 4th or 5th stroke, Romano came hard, harder than he ever had in his life. He felt like he could die. The pleasure was so intense it almost hurt. Black spots clouded his vision as Peter continued without faltering, thrusts only getting faster and sharper, his hips falling against him at just the right angle as he moved, hitting his prostate just so. Every stroke against the sensitive gland felt like a hit of some sort of drug, shaking him to his soul.
He could feel this man everywhere in him. His spine. His stomach. His weak knees and shaking legs that held Peter to him in a death grip. He could've sworn he could hear his heart pounding in his ears mimicking the rhythm of Peter's bucking hips.
Romano's muscles tightened around the man as Peter rocked him closer again.
He repeated his name once, twice, so many times in a row that he lost count, like he'd die if he stopped doing so. His repetition of the two syllables became garbled as he got close, oh so close, his moans coming out in sobs as he neared his release.
"Go ahead. Come again for me, Robert. You've earned it." And he nearly did at the sound of his voice.
Another strangled cry sounded from the bald man as he came, the fierce intensity of that particular orgasm causing his vision to blacken much more, his body vibrating against Benton.
"God. You're so beautiful, Robert..." He rasped, almost to the point of oblivion himself. Benton's old Kenny G record had long since ran out, leaving the needle of the turntable dragging against soundless vinyl. The only sound in the room was the sound of their labored breathing, the soft mewls coming from Romano's open mouth, and their sweat drenched skin colliding as their hips bumped.
Benton paused briefly to pull one of Romano's arms from around his back, holding his hand, lacing their fingers together. His thrusts became even faster and more frantic as he neared his own climax, bringing Romano with him yet again.
Peter shouted as he erupted into Romano, spilling himself into him entirely. Their cries mixed, creating a melody that could wake the dead.
Romano's back arched from his own dry orgasm as Peter collapsed against him, leaving the two close against each other, practically convulsing from their actions, covered in each other's thick white spent.
After a few moments Benton mustered up the strength to pull out of the man, his spent leaking out of him as he moved to lay at his side.
Their fingers were still entwined, joined hands wedged between their flushed, exhausted bodies.
"Stay with me." Romano finally said when he caught his breath, his voice hoarse from his cries of passion. "Please..." his voice took on the same plea it'd had that early Sunday morning they'd recently spent together, the same kind that could practically convince Peter to kill the president if he'd just asked.
"Don't worry." Peter assured him, gazing at him with glimmering eyes, his features soft from the warm afterglow of their discussion. The grip on Romano's hand tightened.
"You won't be getting rid of me for a long time."
And it was told that the all mighty and all powerful Robert 'Rocket' Romano's heart grew three sizes that day.
All because of Peter Benton.
And their heated, boss-to-subordinate discussions.
