Another smutty Juan. Based loosely on 07x12, even thought the time line doesn't completely add up, but who the fuck's keeping track.

Really went off the deep end in this one. Quarantine has NOT been kind to me, I can tell you that.

It was yet another lovely Wednesday afternoon in the city of Chicago. About 3 weeks or so from where we left off, in fact.

Christmas was right around the corner.

The snow was falling outside as fast as the U.S.'s employment rate during this wretched pandemic.

Dr. Carter had just hit on his 182,827,104th love interest who just so happened to be part of the hospital staff, throwing himself into yet another shitstorm of his usual girl drama.

And our very own surgical prodigy, Peter Benton, was currently strutting down the hall of the surgical floor, hellbent on storming our other little surgical prodigy, Robert Romano's office.

Ignoring the look he received from Brenda, he strode through the bald man's outer office, throwing his second office door open without any warning and slamming it shut behind him. Romano merely eyed him from behind his desk, much like he'd done on that oh so fateful day...

"Good lord, Peter! I hope to God you haven't barged in to ask me to help you build a snowman on this bright winter day, because the answer is no. If you plan on giving me that attitude, anyway..." the bald man said cheerily, despite the scowl on the bitchy surgeon's face. 'For God's sake, does he always have to be so dramatic?!'

"You conniving little brat. You set me up!"

"Hey, what the hell did I say about calling me little? We've been over this literally 50 times already," Romano yapped at the fuming surgeon, who put his hands on his hips like your annoying neighbor Karen when she realizes she can't get her weekly mani-pedi with her girlfriends because of the quarantine, silently vowing to make an 8 paragraph Facebook rant about the whole tragedy. "And besides, I didn't set you up! I offered you a position, you took it, end of story!"

"You offered me the position and I took it without even knowing what it was! Then you had the audacity to drag me to a God damned press conference when you knew damn well I was fresh out of surgery! And it literally had everything to do with the position you gave me literally 30 seconds prior! That was a dick move and you know it." Peter complained to Robert, his scowl deepening by the second. He loved that snarky, bald little toad, but in that moment, his amused smirk made him more annoyed than he ever thought humanly possible.

"Honestly, Peter, I don't know what you're so upset about! You got thrown in the deep end with that press conference, yes. But now you've got an extra twenty grand added to your salary! And I'd think that answering a few questions wouldn't be a problem for someone of your intellect, especially with a boost like that on your shoulders!" Robert ranted still to the pissed off man before him.

Benton turned around and locked the door, drawing a sigh from Romano, who knew he was in it for the long haul. 'Talk about making a fucking mountain out of a mole hill...'

The taller man then walked closer, a lot closer to Romano's dark, hardwood desk, placing both of his palms down, leaning forward on it as he stared the man down. Romano squirmed in his seat, those tinted eyes of his seeming like they'd never fail to have that intoxicating effect on him.

"It wasn't a few questions, it was an hour-long conference and I blanked on 60% of what they asked me because I had no time to prepare!" He bitched in the man's face. Despite Benton's intense, relentless stare into his coffee colored eyes, Romano remained complacent, a huge grin creeping across his face.

"Anyone ever tell you how cute you look when you're mad?" He said sweetly, resting his head on his hands, looking at the taller man dreamily. Benton wasn't having any of it.

He brought his face closer to the man, neglecting to break eye contact. His hulking figure hovered over his desk, his hands moving on either side of where Romano's elbows propped his hands up to his fat head. Romano held his ground, though, staring at the man with sparkling eyes.

"20 grand added to my salary or not, that was really quite low of you, Dr. Romano," his voice got low again. Real low. A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of it. "You really pulled the rug out from under me. And we both know you only gave me that position because I'm African American. That's not how you should be treating your boss. At all."

"Well, smack my ass and call me Charlie. Did you really think I was going to appoint Dr. Corday as Director of Diversity?" He snarked at Benton, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. "And last time I checked, I am the boss of you, not the other way around. Are you still scattered from your little press conference this morning, or just completely delusional?"

Benton just glared into his eyes for a long moment, one just long enough to make Robert squirm again, despite his willpower to not let the man get to him. Not this time.

This time would be completely different. He'd just get to fuck with Peter, just like he'd always done and get his sick kicks without being intimidated into submission by his tall, brawny lover.

After all, no one was safe from the vindictive hand of the Almighty and All-Powerful Rocket Romano. Not even Peter fucking Benton, the only man in that whole hospital who could break him down, turn him into nothing more than a trembling, moaning, perspiring mess, craving nothing more than the man's hot, slick length inside of him as he held him, rocking him towards a sort of nirvana only he could bring him to.

He would get the last laugh; he was sure of it.

Even when Peter broke his aggravated glare at the man, his lips upturned in what Robert could have sworn was a hint of a smile. He then circled his desk, standing behind him from where he sat in his swivel chair. The bald man swore he could feel his large, intimidating presence from behind him, without needing needing to look at him at all.

His shoulders tensed up as Peter's hands came down on them, massaging them. The heat from them soaked through the thin fabric of his gray button-down shirt. He relaxed after another moment, as Peter's fingers drew the tension from his muscles. He kept himself quiet though, still trying to keep his cool throughout the entire situation.

"You see, that's where you're wrong, Dr. Romano," he purred from behind him, leaning down a bit to bring his mouth closer to his ear. His voice had softened much more, his tone growing from a petulant, almost shrill one to that smooth one, the one that felt like hot fudge to Romano's ears. "Sure, you can pretend all you want. Hell, wherever my career's concerned, you actually are my boss. But when it comes down to it, I think we both know who's in charge here..." he bit down on Romano's earlobe then, causing him to gasp audibly.

He still kept up his complacency, though, despite the man's hot breath against his sensitive skin.

"I...I don't know what you're talking about Peter. I'm..." he paused, taking a shaky breath as Peter's mouth moved down to a sweet spot on the side of his neck, pressing wet, sloppy kisses against it, sucking hard on the skin there. "I'm your boss. I could fire your ass without so much as an explanation and you know it. And if you don't get out of my office in the next minute or so I—ah!" Peter bit down hard on his neck. Not hard enough to draw blood or anything, but enough to make him feel it. The sensation reverberated from his prickling scalp down to his toes, which curled as Peter's hands made their way to his front, caressing the muscles of his broad chest.

"Ironic. The lean, mean, persecutive Rocket Romano, succumbing to the power of his humble employee..." his hands ran down his chest, down his abdomen and back up again, feeling the solid muscle there with his palms, just as he'd done so many times before. He'd never get sick of the feeling, no matter how many times he found himself making love to his boss. Official titles be damned, along with the man's hospital administrative power, they both knew who the real boss was here.

"Pretend all you want, Dr. Romano, but you're not the boss of me. Not really." He murmured against his neck as his fingers picked open one of his shirt buttons. "I've got all the control in the world over you. God you feel so good, just melting in my hands like this..."

He flung another one of his buttons open, sliding his palm through the gap that was now between both sides of his shirt, his hand brushing over his sternum. Romano sighed at the contact.

"Peter...we really can't do this. I've got a meeting in 20 minutes." He whined, making no effort to move away from Peter, who was pressing kisses into the silky auburn hair on the back of his head.

"Peter, I'm serious! I don't wanna barge in there, hickies on my neck, goatee burn on my face, head-to-toe in rumpled clothes that reek of your cologne!" Robert whined some more as Peter's lips found his nape, sending more shivers down his spine. "What the hell are they gonna think?!"

"Well I know for one thing that Anspaugh will just think your spider infestation has gotten worse..." the taller surgeon mumbled against the top of his big bald head. "And besides, it's only fair that I shove you out there for your meeting, your legs still shaking from how hard I've fucked you after you shoved me into that room full of reporters."

Romano groaned at his lewd implication, but mostly from the way the lower half of his body responded in anticipation of that little promise. He felt his member twitch from inside his slacks, hardening with each passing second that the man behind him took working him up, kissing his most sensitive spots, his lips uttering teasing words against his freckled skin.

"This is punishment, isn't it?" Romano griped as Peter's nimble surgeon's fingers worked open another one of his buttons, exposing more of his pale skin, which was splattered with dark little freckles and dusted with soft, wiry hair.

"You're all pissy because I—oh God..." more his incessant whining got interrupted by his own soft moaning as Peter's hand found his throbbing erection, rubbing it through his clothes. "This...this is payback...this is unethical, you know that Peter?" His ability to string words together in an organized sentence was wearing thin as Peter rubbed him a bit harder, trying to get that fiery sensation in his groin to grow like his ego had earlier that morning.

"I don't know. What you did this morning was pretty unethical. I'm just returning the favor." Peter's hand moved a bit higher, yanking on the buckle to Romano's leather belt. His other hand stroked his chest and abdomen as his lips continued to murmur those teasing words against the top of his bald head. Each syllable sent prickles through Romano's scalp, to his delicate ears, stopping at the nape of his neck.

And it was at that moment that our little Rocket Romano stopped caring about what he'd look like showing up to that meeting. He wasn't going to cut this little discussion short. Nothing could possess him to end their time together, to just shoot up from his seat and order him to leave, just like he should.

Peter worked the belt loose with ease, pulling down his zipper next. His hand reached into his boxers, pulling out his rock hard member. He stroked it, up and down, drawing soft moans of appreciation from Romano.

"Hush, now. Stay quiet. Or I'll stop..." Peter told the man, almost whispering against the his skin. "You wouldn't want anyone to find out we're doing this here, now would you?"

Robert bit his bottom lip as Peter's strokes got faster, trying to make as little noise as possible.

"Not so smug now, are you Dr. Romano?" Peter teased as Romano began to pant, the sensation already causing his turgid member to drip. The only response to his sly remark was another soft moan, one the bald man had failed to stifle with his kiss swollen lips and gritted teeth.

The taller surgeon took his hands away from him, moving to stand at the side of his chair. He undid the tie to his royal blue scrub pants, the ones that practically made Romano's mouth water each and every time he saw him in them. He pulled them down to his upper thighs along with his boxers, exposing his hot, thick length.

The bald man gazed at it, licking his lips as he once again took in his incredible size. Not so large that he couldn't do anything with it at all, but just enough to fill him sufficiently, to rock his world, to satisfy him more than he'd ever thought possible. It was like a king sized Snickers bar, he thought, just as he had in surgery not all that long ago. His king sized Snickers bar, all for him and no one else. And it probably tasted at least twice as good.

Romano blushed at his own musings, the tips of his ears turning pink as his eyes sought Peter's own beautiful, cinnamon colored orbs, filled to the brim with love and lust and raw, unrefined desire. Better yet, desire for him.

"Go on, Dr. Romano. Taste it." Benton purred, his voice smoother than 35 year old scotch whiskey. His words only made Romano's rosy pink blush darken. "You know you want to..."

Obediently, Robert turned himself around in his swivel chair, lowering his hot, wet mouth to Peter's engorged prick. He elicited a loud groan from the man, one that he quickly muffled with one of hands while the other rest against the back of Robert's bald head, his fingers playing with the soft down that dusted it from ear to ear. Robert held the man's hips in both hands as his tongue swirled around the tip of his penis, lapping away the salty spent that oozed from it.

Peter watched intently as the man took in more and more of his length, his tongue brushing his most sensitive spots, tasting him all over. The hand that wasn't clasped tightly over his mouth to keep himself quiet gripped the desk tightly. The mere sight of Romano's lips wrapped around him, taking his time, working him into his mouth inch by inch was almost enough to make him finish on its own. He loved the sight of it almost more than when he had the man impaled on his rigid member, pumping in and out of him, making him moan and yell his name.

Eventually, Peter had to pull Romano's head away from him, his legs beginning to shake from his efforts.

"God. If you keep that up...I'm not going to last much longer..." he rasped at the bald man, who looked at him, a small smile forming on his lips as he took in Peter's flushed cheeks and broad chest, which heaved with his rapid, heavy breaths.

Romano stood up then, kissing Peter hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste he'd been craving all damn day. The other surgeon returned the kiss ardently, pulling him close, his hands untucking his shirt to move them up and down his sides in a loving caress. His fingers brushed his ribs, then moved to his strong, robust shoulders, feeling the tense muscle there just as he'd done before.

Romano braced himself against his desk, his hands splayed as he leaned against it. His stomach pressed against its edge as Peter pulled down his slacks from behind him, exposing his white, freckled backside. He fell to his knees, bringing his mouth to his tight, hot entrance. Peter gathered his ass in both of his hands, spreading him open, exposing him as much as he could to his mouth.

Robert moaned into his spacious, glorious Chief-of-Staff-and-Head-of-Surgery grade office as his subordinate ran his tongue over his twitching hole. He let himself get bent over his large, dark oak desk as Peter slipped his tongue inside of him, pushing it in as far as it could go.

"Good God, Peter..." he groaned softly, doing his absolute best to keep himself quiet, even though he wanted nothing more that to cry out his primal approval to the man. Robert clung to his desk as the man thrust his tongue in and out of him, nearly coming undone with nothing more than his employee's mouth.

Benton picked himself back up after a few bit, standing behind him. His hand sought out that little bottle of lotion he knew Robert still had on that desk. Pumping out a small dollop, he stroked his own length, distributing the slick cream evenly up and down his shaft, preparing himself for the man who currently stood bent over his own desk, aching for him to fuck him senseless.

"Oh fuck yes..." the man rasped softly as Peter guided his member into him with one hand, the other holding onto Romano's hip, keeping him in place. The bald man eventually took to biting down on his own forearm to keep himself from drawing attention to the fact that he was currently getting fucked over his desk by his prized attending.

Keeping his moans and groans of praise at bay became infinitely harder when Peter grabbed onto his hips with both hands, pounding into him as hard as he could against that desk, already causing the wood to creak and groan with each powerful movement. His other hand gripped the front edge of the damn thing, until it began to ache and his knuckles turned white.

"God, you're so tight..." Peter noted softly as he sped up, shifting his angle, causing his member slide against Romano's prostate in a way that made his legs twitch and his toes curl inside his black loafers. The man beneath him only moaned in response, the sound muffled against his clothed arm.

"Oh God, Peter..." he whimpered as Peter's thrusts got harder and harder. The taller surgeon had reached one of his hands around his hips, tugging on his neglected member at a quick pace. The combined feeling of the man inside of him, coupled with the intense friction he felt at his groin was just so dizzying, just so intoxicating that he felt as if he'd black out. And hell, maybe he had for a moment, losing control of the noises that spewed from his open mouth, because before he knew it, Peter had his hand clasped over his mouth, muffling him. He ceased his movements for a brief moment, much to Robert's despair, and bent down over the man from where he had him pierced on his own length, bringing his mouth to his ear.

"Shh...be quiet, or I swear to God I'll pull right out of you and leave..." he purred in his ear, reducing the man to hysterics at the suggestion. Robert pushed his backside against Peter's hips, trying, urging him to rekindle the blinding, disorienting pleasure only he could inflict on him.

"I suppose it would serve you right, considering how you screwed me this morning. To just leave you here for your assistant to find, shaking, moaning, begging for my cock in the corner of your office..." his voice got breathier towards the end of his teasing remark, his hot, humid breath against Romano's ear and neck, only making him more desperate.

"No, God...please don't leave..." he whimpered, his tone soft and shaky compared to Peter's own velvety, rich voice. "I'll-I'll promote you. Demote you. Whatever the hell you want. I'll even give you my damn office...just please, don't stop...don't—ah!"

Peter thrust into Romano again, so hard that one of the bald man's little toy rockets fell off the desk from how hard he was shaking it. Both of Peter's hands held his hips tight, almost tight enough to bruise him as he edged him closer and closer to his release. He bit down hard on his forearm, squeezing his eyes shut, restraining himself from screaming his name.

Robert came hard, getting his hot, white release all over the underside of his desk. It felt like he'd been hit by a freight train, minus the hundreds of broken bones and excruciating pain. His vision darkened, and all he could make out was the opaque door to his inner office, which glowed in the soft golden light from outside. His knees threatened to buckle, but Peter just held him tighter, keeping him standing for as long as possible, continuing to stroke into him. And before his trembling body could even process it fully, he came again, his knees practically vibrating beneath him.

Peter pulled him close as he erupted deep inside of him, filling Romano with his own hot, slick emission. He groaned the man's name as he spilled himself inside of him, holding him close to his own perspiring body.

By the time Robert's vision had restored from the pure and utter bliss derived from his intense orgasm, Peter had pulled out of him, leaving his spent to run down his thighs.

They collapsed against each other, panting hard from the thrill of their exertions.

"Well Dr. Benton, I suppose this means we're even. For now..." Robert said with a slight smirk on his face after he'd turned around to look at the man, leaning heavily on his desk on account of his feeble legs. The taller man reached back up to take Robert's face in a gentle caress, looking him right in the eye with the same lewd amusement that shone in his own coffee stained globes. He leaned into the touch as Peter stroked his cheek with his thumb, drawing a sigh from the man.

"Yes, I suppose it does. And I'm sure you won't be trying to screw me over like that again anytime soon..." he said, still gazing into his eyes.

Robert blushed for the umpteenth time that afternoon, eyes shifting to the hand that rest on his face. They flicked back up to Peter's own, his usual sense of mischief shimmering in them.

"If that's the kind of disciplinary action I'll be receiving from you, I think I might shove you into one of those conferences every day for the rest of your career..." he purred, giving him another one of those bright smiles, the ones that exposed his pearl colored teeth and rosy dimpled cheeks. Peter wasted no time leaning down to attack them with kisses, reducing the man to giggles.

"Don't push it, Dr. Romano. Or instead of handling these things myself I'll sick Anspaugh on you. And he won't be nearly as polite." He warned the man with a wry smile once he'd stopped to look at him. He practically glowed from the warm afterglow of their rough, passionate lovemaking.

"Now move along. We wouldn't want you to be late for your little meeting, now would we?" Peter told the man, already redoing his scrub pants, tightening them around his hips.

"And tonight...you'll be expecting me over at yours say...8 o'clock?" Romano asked knowingly, already dying to spend more time in Peter's big arms despite not even having left him yet. His look of premature disappointment was cast towards the floor as he wiped away the excess from his upper thighs and entrance with a Kleenex. Peter stopped his preparation to make his meeting, putting both hands on Romano's shoulders, warming him.

"I'll be waiting. So will Reese. You've got that little man wrapped around your grubby finger, you know." he said sweetly, gaining the man's full attention as he gazed back into those bark colored eyes once again.

"If any of that ever gets out, your 'little man' is going to be the death of my ego. Which, after this morning's little stunt, is the size of Jupiter by now." Robert said smirking at the taller surgeon. "Oh, and I suppose Reese would be pretty bad for the damned thing too."

"Watch it. Or so help me, you'll be sleeping on the floor tonight." Peter growled at his implication, his aggression drowning in the lovely grin that'd always be plastered to his face around that weird little bald man in front of him.

He leaned down to kiss him again, as his own exclusive way of saying goodbye to County's prized Chief of Staff and—oh, you know who he is. Both men were reluctant to pull away, even though the shorter of them had been due in the Conference Room 5 minutes ago. Something about that particular discussion had made them feel like lovestruck, giddy teenagers who didn't give a shit about much else apart from the fact that they wanted to give every little bit of their time to the other, consequences be damned.

The kiss deepened as hands pulled at half-buttoned clothing. Peter toyed with Romano's Italian silk tie, the one with little wild birds printed all over the front. God how he loved that tie.

Needless to say, our favorite Chief of Staff and Ruler of All That is Evil and Peter Related was late to that meeting. VERY late.

to be continued...

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