“I have to know!” Jin shrieked, drawing the attention of the passersby and forcing Wyatt to shove his hands back into his sweater, knowing it was pointless trying to stop his bestie. Jin was as ferocious as an attack dog in a junkyard when he wanted something.
And Wyatt had figured out early in their friendship to never try to stop Jin from what he wanted, or risk getting his head bitten off. They had met in undergrad as roommates in UCLA's dorms. Wyatt was a country boy with a little too much twang for Jin, who immediately helped him adapt to city lifeand introduced him to the world beyond the ranch. He had been achingly naive when he moved away from his father’s ranch in Arizona and was lucky to have found Jin. Though radically different from him in almost every way, they somehow worked as best friends.
Jin had been making waves in the LA art community and had even co-hosted gallery openings and showcases over the last few years. His charming, no-holds-barred conversations with people and confident levity were what drew Wyatt to him and kept him there.
Jin also never shamed him for his sexuality because he, too, was gay.
Their roommate situation was convenient for them as both were constantly working these days. It was nice to have a friend at home when they were actually both home at the same time. He knew it wouldn’t last forever, Jin seemed more determined than ever to find himself a steady partner.
Wyatt had dated a lot in college, gaining confidence and more certainty about what he wanted in the bedroom. But the rigorous demands of being a med student, and now a junior resident, left him little time to date, let alone have a relationship other than with his pillow.
In fact, he hadn’t gotten laid in…
Wyatt paused, doing the math in his head, and nearly went slack-jawed at the year-long sexual drought he had unknowingly been in.
“Jesus Christ on toast,” Jin exclaimed, eyes widening beneath the bright pink glasses. “Please tell me this is him?”
He flashed him a picture of Jonathan Donnelly, MD, from his profile picture on the hospital website. The image was updated, too. His thick, full beard had hints of gray sprinkled through the dark brown layers. His short-cropped brown hair was ruffled as though he had run his hand through it right before the picture was taken. The crinkled lines around his eyes were deep from his warm smile,and that kindness—that goodness, reflected in the depths of those dark blue eyes was evident even in the staff picture.
“Oh my,” Jin drawled. “I didn’t realize he was actuallyhot. You made him sound like Mr. Rogers.”
He snorted, “I did not.”
“This man is not made of Care Bear DNA, darling. This man screams sex. Look at that beard! I couldn’t grow something like that if I were held at gunpoint.”
“He’s not like that.” Wyatt couldn’t explain it, but he felt a sudden protectiveness for his captain. Maybe because Wyatt had never met anyone like him. Dr. Donnelly was a man who led with compassion over confidence, and that was something of a rarity in their profession.
“Yes, he is.” Jin smirked, “I can always tell.”
Wyatt hesitated, recalling the surprisingly accurate number of times Jin had predicted such things about a person over the course of their friendship.
His heart fluttered again, wondering if that was true… that Dr. Donnelly was more than just the best teacher he ever had. That he was more than just kind and considerate, with the patience of a saint.
Maybe he was capable of other things…
Dirty, naughty things…
Unexpected heat flushed through his entire body. Wyatt was suddenly rooted to the spot as images came to him of Dr. Donnelly naked on all fours, sweat beading his brow, grunting and cursing as his perfect, tight ass got gloriously fucked. And he knew Dr. Donnelly could definitely take a good pounding because his body was built for it, all thick muscle and masculine. Wyatt’s imagination tortured him some more by adding some sexy whimpering praise out of that mouth of his. Because Dr. Donnelly always praised.
Always.
Oh fuck.
He felt his cock twitch and stiffen uncomfortably in his tight jeans. Thank God for thick denim.
Jin arched both eyebrows, “You look like you're about to stroke out on me.”
“I think I am.”
Jin pivoted on his booted heel, assessing him. “What’s happening?”
“I just never—” he swallowed, shifting on his feet to alleviate the strain between his legs. “I never thought about him that way.”
“Really? Why not? He’s hot.”
Wyatt puffed out a breath, “Stop saying that.”
“Well… if the heel fits.”
