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be able to drive the doctor home, but that didn’t look like it was gonna happen.
    “Not until the morning shift comes back. At seven.”
    “Seven!” Quick fumed, glancing a look at his sports watch. “That’s fifteen hours from now!”
    Cayson dipped his head to hide his smile. “You add fast, Rome.”
    “I’m not joking. Why are you beating your body into the ground like this?”
    “You should talk.”
    “Are we arguing again?”
    Cayson slumped against the hard door. “No. I’m just… just—”
    “Exhausted. Drained. Tired. Is that what you were going to say?” Quick filled in. 
    “If that’s concern I hear, save it. I’m fine.”
    “Will you trust me for just a few minutes?” Quick was asking, but he’d already clasped the doctor’s hand and led him to the loveseat against the wall next to a large ten-shelf bookcase.
    “I suppose.” Cayson complied warily, but Quick had the feeling he didn’t have energy to do much else.

Cayson
    Cayson sighed loudly before clamping his lips shut. Quick was giving him a shoulder and neck rub to rival the best physical therapist in the hospital. He sat with his back against the arm of the loveseat, Quick standing over him, kneading the knots and tension that had built up over the last few… years. His hands were so big and strong. Large enough to handle him. He was trying so hard not to think sexual thoughts. He named every bone in the leg before moving to the foot. Popping an erection could earn him some attention he didn’t need.
    “That feel good?” Quick asked, his voice melting over top of him like late evening sunshine. Quiet and breathtaking.
    Cayson wanted to respond, but he kept a lock on his mouth, otherwise he’d be moaning like a whore on payday.
    “You don’t have to say anything, Cays.”
    Quick must’ve gone down on one knee, because his mouth was there next to his ear. Feeling so wonderful. He’s calling me, Cays . He tried to tamp down his knee jerk reaction – which was to thrust his groin upwards. Cayson needed like nothing he could explain. So much want, which had built up over way too much time. Never having taken a lover who cared about his needs: in or out of the bedroom. He wouldn’t set himself up for disappointment by thinking Quick was any different. He was just damn good at massages. So Cayson tried to focus on the pain that was in his neck, and not the tingling that was in his nuts, or the throbbing around his hole. 
    “Stop thinking so hard. I can only imagine how much brilliance is in that pretty little head of yours, Doc. Beauty and fuckin’ brains. Always has been a turn-on for me,” Quick whispered.
    Cayson was stunned, stunned into instant lust. What the hell kind of test was this, now? He clenched his teeth in an effort not to squirm, but Quick had to know he was getting to him. Is that sweat dripping? His collar felt damp and his brow was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Cayson took in a deep breath and blew it out through his nose, but that seemed to make him even dizzier. What’s he doing to me?
    “Relax. Stop fighting.”
    Oh, fuck . A voice like he’d never heard. Rome wasn’t even talking like the normal Rome. Normally, Rome’s voice was deep with a touch of grit in it. No. Blowing over his ear and down his throat into his moist collar was a voice that was comforting, but powerful. Sensual, but stern. Cayson had sure picked a fine damn time to develop some dating morals, because he wanted Quick to body slam him on his desk and take him like the bad motherfucker he was. Unleash every ounce of strength he was sure Roman Webb possessed. Not now . Cayson was getting hard. Of course, I’m getting hard, I’m thinking of being slam-fucked.
    “Feels good, huh?” Quick said, while kneading his thumb into a particularly tender spot at the base of his neck. “No need to talk. Just listen to my words.”
    Yes. Cayson was glad for the distraction. His thoughts or words were not safe at the moment.