Fuck. Shit. Piss.
He let out a stream of curses. “God, I feel so stupid.”
“Why?”
“You figured this out about me before I did.”
Jin snorted, “Please. We’re complicated beings, and surprisingly easy to please when we finally figure out what we like. Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed about that. We gays must battle extra hard not to allow the shame closet to eat us alivewhen it comes to our spicy delights.” He shot him a playful smile. “And you happen to like sexy daddies—welcome to the club—half of us here want that, and the other half just claim to like Pedro Pascal. It’s the lucky few who actually get to fuck Pedro that leaves us all wet with envy.”
Wyatt balked. Dr. Donnelly certainly was daddy material. Compassionate, hard working, strong values, generous, older, incredibly fucking sexy…
Stop!
He cursed again, raking his finger through his hair, pulling at the roots.
Dr. Donnelly even had a dad-bod, all broad shoulders and a thick waist, reminding him of old school boxers, with more meat than muscle, which was exactly the type of men Wyatt liked to manhandle and get pinned by, feeling the solidness and weight of them over him, or even better, more body for Wyatt to straddle while he fucked them into oblivion.
“Shit.” He buried his face in his hand. “I’m already a nervous wreck when he’s watching me at work. Now that I know I wanna…”
He couldn’t even say the words out loud.
How could he?
He had to somehow function at work with him. He couldn’t think about all the dirty things he wanted to do to his captain.
Jin seemed to sense this and finished the statement for him. “Fuck him? Or be fucked? Either way would be hot.”
“Stop talking,” Wyatt moaned.
“First step is admitting you have a problem.”
“This totallyisa problem—”
“Next step,” Jin cut in. “Is figuring out how to fix it,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his gaze. “And if I know you, you always have a plan to relieve pain.”
Wyatt snorted, pinching the brim of his nose. “You are the worst.”
“I know. It’s why you love me. I’m always good at giving you permission to get into a little trouble.”
Except there was no way in hell he could get into trouble even if he wanted to.
Because Dr. Donnelly would never cross that line between them.
Ever.
For one simple reason alone: he was a good man. And good men like him didn’t do stupid, reckless things like fuck their residents.
Chapter3
Wyatt
The chilly fall air nipped at his ears, and the fresh smell of rain coating the pavement filled his nostrils as Wyatt gratefully left the stuffy club behind him.
Luckily, Jin met a couple and was immersed in heavy flirting and petting, giving Wyatt the go-ahead to finally leave.
He wasn’t exactly in the party mood, especially after that conversation. He was too restless to sit in an Uber, so he decided to walk back to their apartment. The light misting of rain dusted his worn UCLA sweater, but he didn’t mind it. He lifted his head to greet it and exhaled heavily.
Aside from the revelation that he may want more from Dr. Donnelly than for his coveted praise, Wyatt thought about their brief interactions today and his vulnerable admission about his shoulder. A frozen shoulder could be painful and last a long time if not treated properly.
