Milton awoke to the sound of the front door slamming.

"Milton!?" Brackish yelled.

Milton opened his eyes and quickly grabbed the flat sheet from the bed and wrapped it around his waist. Brackish walked in the bedroom and saw his boyfriend sitting half awake on the side of the bed. "What happened, baby?" Brackish asked with a concerned expression. "I was waiting for you in the atrium for over 20 minutes. I finally went into your lab and found it empty, save for your new intern. I asked her where you were. She said you went home because you weren't feeling well. You were fine this morning. What's going on?"

Milton looked at him sheepishly. "Heh. I guess your anxiety rubbed off on me, I was feeling a bit...uh..nauseated. Yeah, but I'm feeling better now after a nap."

Brackish eyed Milton suspiciously. Milton usually only slept stark naked after being intimate. "Don't lie to me, you dirty boy." Brackish said coyly. "What were you doing? It smells like sex in here. Yeah I'm sure you feel *better* now, (nauseated, my ass.)"

Milton laid back down on the bed and covered his face with the flat sheet. "Okay." he began. "You caught me! I have no self-control. I couldn't be in that room for more than 5 hours with Kat, she's so cute. I tried to distract myself, but then I started thinking about all the times you and I have had sex in the labs, and I had to excuse myself. I came back here to...well...yeah."

"Toss off? Wank? Jerk it? Choke the chicken? Polish your pole? Beat your meat? Spank the monkey?..." Brackish would probably have continued if Milton hadn't interrupted him.

"Yeah, I get it, you've got a lot of terms for it." Milton peered out from the top of the flat sheet, blushing. He usually found Brackish's euphemistic humor to be endearing, but right now it was just annoying and embarrassing.

"Baby, there's no need to be embarrassed. God knows I've had my fair share of wank sessions. Albeit, I've never been caught." he winked at Milton, whose face turned an even darker shade of red. "Don't worry, I won't tell Kat."

Milton looked at Brackish. "I hope you don't consider this being unfaithful. I was thinking about you the majority of the time. You were the one that popped into my head right before I…."

"Busted a nut? Had the Big O? Experienced La Petite Mort?" both men chuckled. Brackish joined his boyfriend on the bed. "Of course I don't think of this as being unfaithful. I don't really care who you think about; I just want you to be happy." He wrapped his arm around Milton's still covered shoulders, and kissed him on the forehead. "The...uh...smell in this bedroom, though, is making me horny."

Milton rolled his eyes, and got out of bed. "I've got to get started on dinner, baby." He retorted. "You'll have to wait until later."

Brackish sighed and watched as his boyfriend got dressed and walked out of their bedroom and into the kitchen. "What are you making for dinner?" He asked.

"I was thinking of making chicken marsala." Milton said. "You liked it last time I made it."

"I did, however, last time you made way too much." Brackish responded. "I was eating it for two days."

"Well I don't know how to reduce the recipe." Milton said as he collected the ingredients. "You'll just have to…"

Brackish didn't hear the end of that sentence, because there was a knock at the door.

"Who could that be?" Milton asked, to no one in particular. "Brackish, could you get the door, please?"

Brackish got up off the bed and walked toward the front door. Before he opened it, he looked through the peephole. When Brackish saw who it was at the door, he stepped back and turned to Milton who was peering into the living room from the kitchen. "It's Kat and Mandy." Brackish told him. "What are they doing here?"

Brackish undid the locks and opened the door. He looked at the girls expectantly.

"Hi, Dr. Okun." Mandy began. "Sorry to bother you at home, but Kat just wanted to see if Dr. Isaacs was feeling better."

Brackish laughed to himself, turned to face the kitchen where Milton was still preparing dinner, and shouted "Hey Milton? The girls wanna know if you're feeling any better. Are you?"

Milton, again, peered around the doorway to the kitchen, to see the girls standing at the front door. "Um...yeah." he stammered. "Much better, thanks." He smiled awkwardly and returned his attention to his cooking.

Despite every fiber of his being telling him to politely conclude this conversation and send the girls on their way, Brackish did the exact opposite. "So, anyway. Dr. Isaacs...Milton is just making us some dinner. I know we're going to have too much for just the two of us. Would you girls like to come in and join us?"

The girls looked at eachother, nodded and proceeded to enter the dorm.

"Wow, this one's much bigger than the one we've got." Mandy commented.

"Of course it is, Mandy." Kat began "We're just interns. They're big time scientists."

Brackish chuckled at that. "This is actually meant to be a quad occupancy dorm, but Milton and I paid extra to have it, and since we've got seniority, we didn't have any complaints."

Brackish indicated the long couch that was situated in the middle of the living room. "You girls can settle down here, if you'd like. I was thinking about popping in a DVD. You can take a look at our collection and pick one you'd like to watch."

Kat motioned to Mandy, who proceeded to browse through the DVD collection. Kat sat on the far end of the couch near the kitchen door. When Mandy had chosen the movie she wanted, she gave it to Brackish to put in the machine, then she too made her way to the couch and sat herself on the opposite end. "Should we wait for Milton before we start the movie?" Mandy suggested.

"He'll be in in a little while. He won't mind if we start now." Brackish replied as he made himself comfortable on the couch next to Mandy.

Brackish could tell that Mandy felt a bit awkward with him sitting so close, so he moved over slightly, gave her a sweet glance, and pressed play on the remote. Mandy smiled coyly back at him.

"Would anyone like some wine?" Milton called from the kitchen. "I've got this nice bottle of Cab someone gave me."

"Yes!" Brackish, Kat and Mandy said in unison. Milton chuckled at the urgency of their response, went to open the bottle, and proceeded to pour four glasses. He brought the glasses two at a time and set them down the side tables next to the couch. "The chicken is in the oven. It's gonna be about a half an hour." He sat down on the couch next to Kat who was in the middle of taking a sip of her wine. "Wow, this wine is really good." Kat commented. "I taste hints of plum, I think. And maybe, Chocolate?"

"You've got quite a refined palate for someone so young." Milton replied. "Yeah, I think I taste that too." He smiled at her. "What movie are we watching, anyway?" Milton asked the room

"National Lampoon's European Vacation." Brackish replied. "One of your favorites isn't it, Milton?"

"Ha, yeah I guess. Favorite dumb movie I suppose." Milton responded. He looked at Kat who was watching intently. "Have you seen this one?" He asked her.

"Yeah, a long time ago, but I didn't really appreciate how funny it was because I was just a kid." Kat replied. "But I usually prefer stuff with more substance, you know?"

Milton chuckled. "Yeah, me too." He looked at her sweetly while sipping his own wine. "I've got more wine, if you want some more later. It's a rather big bottle and I don't want it to go to waste."

Kat licked her lips and smiled back at him. "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." She said as she continued drinking her wine.

Soon, dinner was ready. Milton served the others in the living room. They all ate while watching the rest of the movie. Later, after dinner was finished and cleaned up; after they had each had at least two glasses of wine, they decided to put in another movie. Milton picked out Deepwater Horizon. "I hope this one isn't too dark for you." He commented to Kat and Mandy. "It's definitely a strange contrast to the last movie we watched."

"It doesn't really matter to me." Mandy replied.

"Same." Kat added. They both looked very relaxed, so did Brackish; about as relaxed as Milton felt. He resituated himself on the couch next to Kat and started the movie. At some point during the movie, MIlton noticed that Kat had an interesting habit of biting her lip whenever she looked at him. If it hadn't been for the wine, he would probably be feeling rather anxious about now; however, with the wine he was feeling emboldened. He moved closer to her; looked at Brackish,who gave him an approving nod; and put his arm around her shoulders. She turned her head rather quickly and looked at him in the eyes. She bit her lip, which emboldened Milton even more. "Kat, I have to admit something to you." He began. "I think you're pretty sexy."

Kat blushed, and glanced at his lips with a look of shy desire.

"I really shouldn't do this." MIlton mused. "I'm technically your supervisor." But the wine and the growing erection in his pants told him otherwise. He closed the remaining distance between himself and Kat; despite his moralities telling him this was a bad idea; he kissed her on the lips. He pulled back briefly to make sure she was okay with it, then continued. It was rather strange to kiss someone who didn't have stubble. It was rather nice actually. Kat's face was smooth and her lips were soft and wet. They continued kissing. Milton heard Brackish chuckling to himself. He was sure that Brackish was pretty turned on by this, if not a little jealous.

All of a sudden, Kat pulled back from the kiss. "I'm sorry. I don't think we should be doing this right now. We barely know each other; we're both under the influence…"

"I understand." Milton replied. He removed his arm from her shoulders and moved toward the other end of the couch, away from Kat. "I'm sorry too."

"It's not that I don't want to, because I do. I just think we should get to know each other a little better, that's all." Kat said, smiling sweetly.

Milton returned the smile. "You're right, I would like to get to know you too."

Kat turned to Mandy who was watching the movie. "Mandy, I think it's time we made our goodbyes. It's getting rather late."

"Aww, but it's just getting to the good part." Mandy whined jokingly. "Alright, let's go."

When everyone had made their goodbyes and the girls had left, Milton turned to Brackish with a look of disappointment. "Fuck, now I've got *this* to deal with." He gestured toward his half hard cock. Brackish looked at him with a lustful glare.

"Oh, whatever shall we do with that?" Brackish said in a sing-song voice.

"I don't know." Milton said coyly. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well you know, I could really use one of your famous backrubs." Brackish winked at Milton

"Famous with whom exactly? Milton replied.

"Oh, shut up and get in the bedroom, you!" Brackish chased Milton into their bedroom and they both took off their clothes. Brackish laid down on the bed on his stomach with his arms folded under his head. Milton got on top of him; straddling his legs on either side of Brackish's back; sitting in a position that made it easy to give him a massage.

"Oh Mmmh..." Milton moaned softly as his cock rubbed against Brackish's skin as he began rubbing Brackish's back starting with the top and moving down. When he reached Brackish's plump ass, he considered something.

"Brackish, baby. I know you've always been the one to top; but, I thought maybe you'd let me top tonight?"

Brackish chuckled. "Surely you mean you want to 'bottom' from the top."

"No, baby, I would like to be the one to fuck you for a change." Milton replied.

Brackish rolled his eyes audibly. "Ugh, baby we've talked about this before, you know I don't particularly like it when you call our love making 'fucking'. It's so bawdy. We're not teenagers."

"Sorry, baby, I just didn't know how else to say it. Should I have said 'I want to be the one to put my penis inside of you?' that sounds so awkward." Milton said as he continued to rub Brackish's back and ass.

Brackish snorted. "This wouldn't have anything to do with your desire to have sex with Kat, would it?"

"I mean I was just thinking about it." Milton said. "I didn't see any disapproval from you!"

"And you won't get it." Brackish replied rolling over on his back so that he was facing Milton who was still straddling his hips. "You can play out your fantasies with those girls if you want. You have my permission. But when you're with me…" he grabbed Milton by the hands and flipped him onto the bed so that he was lying on his stomach with his hands held behind his back. "You get fucked by me."