Two weeks. They had to spend two weeks together and already they were sick of one another, Gregory Pratt thought to himself as he searched the hallways for any sign of Jing-Mei. He knew she was hiding, almost all of them were hiding, he thought, Stan had stalked off to suffer alone, Carter and Abby...well, he didn't want to think about them going off together to be alone. And that was why he was looking for Jing-Mei, hoping that she had found a secluded enough spot for them to make love.

And there she was, curled up on a bed in an empty room - as if there were any other kind of room there right then, oblivious to his presence, which worked to his advantage as Gregory slipped into the room. She was reading, and he was content to just watch her doing that for a bit, knowing that sooner or later she'd realize he was there, ready and wanting her.

"What is it, Pratt?" she said, breaking the silence but never taking her eyes from the page.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. You've found a nice little place here," Gregory said as he perched himself on the edge of the bed.

"That's right. Nice and secluded, a place where I can be alone." She evenly replied. "Notice the emphasis on being alone."

"It's a great idea. Just me and you, here alone," he said with a leer that she couldn't see.

"Pratt, we've been over this before. I am not having sex with you."

"Jing-Mei," he sighed patiently. "What will it take to convince you that I want more than just sex with you? I picture you as the mother of my children."

She rolled her eyes and finally looked up at him while he smiled at her. "Go away."

"I'm crushed, Jing-Mei. I missed you and had to look all over for you. Doesn't that show I care?"

"No." She closed the book and eased her body off the bed, heading out of the door without a backward glance.

Gregory watched the retreating figure with anguish. He wanted Jing-Mei Chen more than he had wanted any other woman. It was driving him crazy to be stuck in the hospital with her, so close, and yet so far. She tried to be cold toward him, but he knew she was all fire inside. Just like him. Gregory could see they were two of a kind, why couldn't she?

The only thing worse than Jing-Mei's indifference toward their similarities was Carter's complete ignorance of the way the two of them could be together. The man had driven Gregory about as crazy as Jing-Mei had. The only difference was that Gregory knew he had a chance with Jing-Mei while he had no chance with John Carter. For one thing, the man was all goo-gooed eyed over Abby Lockhart. For another thing, Carter couldn't stand him. They clashed and they clashed hard, and Gregory knew that a fire burned inside of Carter, too. A fire he wanted to stoke and build up until it threatened to consume the both of them. Oh, he could easily picture the two of them together, wrestling on the bed, sheets pushed to the floor, their limbs entwined as they vied to be the top. Gregory didn't really care which one of them won, just as long as he got to hear Carter begging him. But the idea of having Carter under him made Gregory's cock twitch. Oh, yeah, Carter under him, begging to be fucked was definitely a turn-on. And Gregory began to think that setting out to seduce Carter during their quarantine would be far more rewarding than being continually shot down by Jing-Mei. If he didn't succeed, then Gregory would still have the joy of the chase. And if he did succeed...then he'd have Carter, and that was definitely a worthy goal.

So, okay, all he had to do was find a way to get Carter away from Abby and then figure out how he was going to go about seducing him. Sounded simple enough when put that way, but Gregory knew it would be far from simple. All that he had been able to find out about Carter told him that John Carter was not a simple man. This was going to take some careful planning and plotting.

Grinning, Gregory left the room, thinking it would be a good place to bring Carter when the time was right.


The ensuing days gave Gregory lots of opportunities to spend time with Carter, both alone and with others present. When the man wasn't busy being the Chief Resident, Gregory felt that he wasn't too bad. And that just made him want Carter even more than he had before. God, but showering together was rough. The women insisted that they all go to the showers at the same time, so that there wouldn't be a chance of anyone spying on the others. Jing-Mei had been looking directly at him as she said that, and though Gregory said he'd never do that, in his heart, he wasn't so sure. Being given the cold shoulder for a few days would be worth a glimpse of Jing-Mei and Abby all soaped up and naked, or rinsed off and naked, their skin slick from the water, just waiting to be touched.

So, instead of a chance to see that, Gregory was stuck with showering with Stan and Carter. The presence of Stan was probably the only thing that kept Gregory from getting hard while they all stripped for their showers. Given that Carter was there, Gregory would have preferred to strip behind the shower curtain, but real men didn't hide from each other, and even though Stan was a drunk, he was still a man. Gregory didn't want Stan thinking he had something to hide, even if he did.

That first group shower though, Gregory did find himself staring at Carter, and not from lust, either. The guy had pulled off his t-shirt to reveal a long scar running down his body, neatly bisecting it as it disappeared under the waistband of his pants. And when those and his boxers came off, there were more scars visible. Gregory was sure he was blushing when he looked up at Carter's face and saw the man looking at him, his own cheeks red. Even Stan was looking. Yet no one said anything. Gregory wanted to know why those scars were there, and the ones he later saw on Carter's back, but he didn't dare ask, and Carter wasn't volunteering the information. It was something he was going to have to either live without knowing or else find a way to talk with Jing-Mei about.

But once behind the shower curtain, Gregory found it easy to envision his lips and fingers tracing patterns along those scars, kissing away the pain that had to be associated with them. And Gregory was sure it had been a lot of pain, he was close enough to his surgical rotation to remember that. A midline incision, going from under the rib cage to the pubic bone, an obvious colostomy scar. The back scars were either from bullets or a knife. Either Carter had been hurt more than once or else had had something bad happen to him. And for once Gregory, who wouldn't hesitate to stick his nose in someone else's business, prying, didn't feel it was right to ask what had happened. Was it because he was still thinking of Carter as his boss, or was it because he didn't want to see any hint of pain in those marvelous brown eyes of his?

There were times, too, when Gregory would find himself staring at Carter and then feel eyes staring at him. Abby's eyes. Eyes that held no secrets, eyes that told him that Carter was hers and hers alone and to back off. Eyes that said she'd do anything to keep Carter safe. No words were ever exchanged, and after a few days Gregory pretty much figured out that Abby was just protective toward her man. It wasn't that she saw him as a threat, she most likely hadn't picked up on his sexual interest in Carter, all Abby saw was him and his attitude and that's what she was responding to. A few conversations with Jing-Mei established that more people than Abby felt he didn't show proper respect toward Carter. Okay, maybe sometimes he got carried away. And maybe sometimes he liked to get right there in Carter's face, just to watch the man get heated up, enjoying the way his eyes flashed and darkened even further when angry. So, yeah, he pushed Carter's buttons from time to time, and the time was getting closer to when he'd be able to do more than push those particular buttons to see the flashing dark eyes and feel the heat coming off of Carter's body.


John found it only slightly difficult to answer Pratt's questions as they played their own version of soccer. Indoor soccer? ER soccer? Bored-out-of-their-minds soccer? That last one was closer to the truth. Abby and Deb had gone off to some corner of the ER, giggling like teenagers and insisting they didn't need company, so that left John to deal with Stan and Pratt. It was nice to sit around and talk with Stan, that is, when the man felt like talking, which wasn't often. Most of the time he kept to himself. As for Pratt, well, John was a bit surprised at how much he actually liked the guy once Pratt quit acting like a know it all.

The sound of breaking glass brought John out of his thoughts and he saw Pratt standing there, looking guiltily at a broken window. Stan was also staring, and John couldn't help but grin. He looked at Pratt, Pratt looked at him, they both started laughing and then Pratt was running over toward him. Oh, yeah, they definitely needed to run before they were caught, IF the women were back, that was.

John headed into the men's room, Pratt close behind, and as John looked at Pratt as he leaned against the door, he couldn't help but think that the man was definitely handsome when he was laughing and just being himself. He wondered just how soon it would be before the more intense Pratt returned and found himself dreading the day when he had to go back to being Chief Resident and Pratt had to return to his role as the irritating and gung-ho intern.

Pratt laughed. "Do you think we're gonna have to replace that?"

"Most likely. Unless we can convince people that the window broke during the confusion from earlier. Some of the patients did get a bit carried away," John replied as he leaned against the sink.

"Did they? I know we heard a lot of shouting, but being locked away, I didn't know what was going on," Pratt said as he sank down to the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him.

"It was bad at one point. The police outside even had their guns ready." John felt a shiver run through his body as he remembered seeing that AFTER he had convinced the people not to leave. "I think they would have shot them, too." He also sat down on the floor, leaning back against the side wall. A wide grin spread over his face. "I beat you, just like I said I would."

"Damn, you're always right, aren't you?" Pratt replied, echoing something he had said to John during the early part of the crisis.

"No, not always, and not even mostly when it counts," John replied, his grin fading away. There had been too many times when he'd been wrong and someone died as a result of it.

"Hey, man, you're right when you need to be," Pratt said. He punctuated his remark by nudging John's thigh with his foot. "And that's what counts, right?"

John looked over at Pratt, nearly taken aback at first by the intense look that the man was giving him. But he had to admit that Pratt was right. At least a little bit. "Sometimes. I guess I just want to be right all of the time."

"Don't we all?"

John couldn't help but grin once more at the tone of confidence in Pratt's voice. Yes, they all wanted to be right. Most people did. The problem though was that in their profession, being wrong usually ended up with people dying.

Those kinds of thoughts, John mused, were too depressing, and he had been having too much fun with Pratt to want to even go near depressing things. He got to his feet and reached down a hand to help Pratt get up. "Think it's safe to go back out there?"

"Why not?" Pratt said as he used John's help to get to his feet only to end up less than a foot away from him.

It was a distance that didn't grow or decrease, John noted, as the heat from Pratt's body emanated toward John. Pratt's eyes were dark and unreadable, yet John had the feeling that those eyes were looking into his soul, and it was a feeling that wasn't unwanted. Finally though, it was Pratt who pulled away, saying nothing as he opened the door and then held it ajar so John could follow him into the hallway, the moment forgotten. At least that's the way it appeared to John, but it was a moment that he found himself looking back on for the next few days, a moment he wished had lasted just a bit longer.


A week later, thoughts about Pratt and that look were the furthest things from John's mind. The budding relationship between he and Abby was growing stronger, or so he thought. Every night was spent together, curled up on one narrow bed, holding tightly to one another in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Abby said that Deb knew for sure that they were a couple, HAD known, but John still wasn't sure about that. Not that it really mattered. He had loved Abby for such a long time and now she was finally with him. Not quite his, but definitely with him.

He was thinking about that as he watched Abby and Deb sitting together, Deb reading while Abby painted her toenails. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was enough to just stand there, out of their line of vision, and watch Abby move. Then it hit him, the unmistakable aroma of a pizza, freshly baked and not some microwaved piece of cardboard. Not that the food they'd been given had been bad, it wasn't. It just wasn't the best, especially under the circumstances.

Following his nose, John ended up at the desk with everyone else, listening to Pratt tell how a friend of his had slipped the pizza into him along with sodas. The pizza was like a taste of Heaven, and even if Pratt hadn't been kidding, John had been most willing to pay his share, once he was out and could get to an ATM, that was. Then Stan had surprised them all with his revelation that he had once taught Renaissance Philosophy, a vocation lost because of his drinking. Looking around, John could see that everyone standing there was saddened by the story of how Stan had killed his own daughter while driving drunk, and that bit of information definitely made people drift off, Stan to eat alone, Deb to retreat somewhere to eat in bed, Pratt to eat and watch television in the lounge, and John and Abby to most likely go back and eat in bed, as well.

That's what he should have suggested, John knew. But instead he ended up trying to talk with Abby about her drinking and that led to her walking away from him. He had to admit that he was more than just a bit disconcerted over the prospect of spending the night alone, but he did hope that giving her some time alone would help her cool down and that they would at least sleep in the same room that night. With the pizza tasting more like ash in his mouth, John headed toward the lounge, not wanting to be alone at all.

"Hey, that offer to join you still good?" John asked as he walked through the door and then he stopped in his tracks as he saw a very graphic pornographic scene on the television for a brief moment before Pratt grabbed the remote and turned off the TV.

"Sure, come on in, there's room." Pratt moved over on the couch and John walked over there, setting his food and soda on the table before he sat down.

"I guess your friend slipped more than pizza and soda through the window?" he asked with a smirk.

"Uh, yeah, he did," Pratt replied as his eyes moved back to look at the door. "Abby right behind you?"

"No. I don't know where she is."

"Trouble in paradise, huh?" Pratt asked, clearly more relaxed at that news.

"You could say that. It'll pass, I'm sure. So, what's the name of the movie?"

"You serious?" Pratt looked at him, then laughed. "Yeah, I guess you are. The name doesn't really matter, does it?" Pratt turned the television back on. The movie had kept playing while they had been talking, but the couple was still in the midst of some very intense action. "Moves like that would most likely kill a regular guy."

John looked at the screen, but didn't agree with Pratt, mainly because he HAD used moves like that at one time or another. "It's not so hard," he admitted.

Pratt laughed. "Looks very hard to me," he said, leering at the screen.

"Did you ever notice how overly endowed porn stars are?" John asked, taking special note of the size of the man in the clip and feeling more than a little lacking in that area. Then he felt his cheeks growing warm as his mind began to wonder just how well endowed Pratt was. God, he couldn't let his thoughts go there, especially with that memory of the look Pratt had given him in the men's room that day. Gregory Pratt was definitely straight, after all, he was hitting on Deb all of the time.

"Oh, I think I could give him a run for his money," Pratt said, a know-it-all grin on his face.

"Yeah, right. Don't all men think that?"

"This is one man who is serious. Not only do I have it, but I know exactly how to use it for maximum pleasure," Pratt preened.

John couldn't help but laugh at Pratt's self-confidence. "As long as the women don't complain, then I'm happy."

"Just the women, huh?" Pratt asked, his voice only slightly above a whisper, and John had to listen extra attentively to make sure the man had said what he thought he heard.

"Are you sure that's soda you're drinking and not beer?" John asked, thinking that Pratt had to have been drinking something to make a comment like that.

"I'm sure, and I'm waiting for your answer, Carter. Is it just the women you care about?" Pratt asked, stretching out his legs on the coffee table.

Pratt's movements revealed what had previously been hidden, a large bulge under the fabric of his pants, and John had to force his eyes away from it, even as he felt his own body respond to the knowledge of what was causing that bulge. Get a grip, he told his body, he's watching a porno flick, of course, he'd be hard. But John couldn't deny that he hadn't noticed that about Pratt when he first walked into the lounge, or deny that Pratt had a very impressive body, muscular, hard and firm.

No, his thoughts couldn't go there, not when he and Abby...bad mistake that, thinking about Abby and how she had stalked off. Didn't she care about herself at all? Didn't she want them to have a chance, John wondered. Or was she more like Stan than she wanted to admit, not willing to quit drinking as opposed to unable?

"Have you ever done it with another guy?" Pratt's voice broke into John's thoughts and he looked up sharply to find the man's face mere inches from his own, his eyes intent and probing, his expression serious. The look reminded John of the one that Pratt had given him in the men's room a few days earlier, the look that had haunted him for many of the days in-between.

"No," John managed to say. "At least, not the way you mean."


Gregory couldn't help but chuckle at Carter's words. The man was hot and bothered, that Gregory could easily see, and yes, oh yes, he did like what he was seeing behind the cotton of those scrub pants Carter was wearing. "Then tell me what you mean," Gregory said, using the opportunity of having Carter unguarded to let his fingers trail up the man's arm, watching as the action made goose-bumps erupt on the skin, another clue that he was getting to Carter.

"I've...well, it was one time..." Carter's voice caught a bit on the end of that sentence.

"So I've got to drag this information out of you, huh?" Gregory asked as he looked into those dark eyes. Gregory's hand reached Carter's collarbone and then headed down the man's chest.

"Was it with someone you knew?" Gregory's finger encountered a hard bump under Carter's t-shirt, and he slowly grinned as he ran his finger back and forth over it, feeling the nipple grow erect with each movement, and hearing a slight moan from Carter's throat.

"Yes...Pratt...what are...?"

"Shh, I'm the one asking the questions, remember?" Gregory replied as he traced a line across Carter's chest to the other nipple, already erect and straining against the material, aching to be touched. "Was he a doctor?"

"Yes," Carter replied with a sharp intake of breath.

"Was he older than you?" Gregory asked as he reluctantly stopped the teasing of Carter's nipples, then let his fingers trail south, toward the hardness that lurked beneath those pants.

"Yes. Pratt, we shouldn't be doing this."

Gregory lifted his eyes from Carter's lap and looked him directly in the eyes. "Why not?" he asked, feeling it best to be direct at that moment. "I'm hard, you're hard, and we're both stuck in this damn hospital with nothing else to do right now."

"We're in the lounge. Anyone could walk in," Carter said, his eyes glancing at the doors as if he expected company at any moment.

So, Carter didn't object to them doing anything, Gregory mused as he brought his hand up to Carter's face, gently grasping his chin and holding the man's head in place as he leaned in even closer. "Then we'll go to a secluded room where I can make love to you without us worrying about being interrupted." He pressed his lips against Carter's, half afraid that Carter would reject him then and there, and a thrill ran through him as Carter's lips parted slightly. The invitation given, Gregory eagerly accepted it, entering that warm mouth with eagerness, kissing until they were both out of breath.

As they broke apart, Gregory reached for the remote and turned off the television, then the tape. "It's not far away, come on." He got to his feet and held out his hand to help Carter to his feet, not that the man needed any assistance at all with getting up from the couch. Gregory smiled as Carter took his hand, and when the man was on his feet they were merely inches apart.

"They'll look for us," Carter said, but the tone of worry was no longer in his voice.

"Let them look, they won't find us," Gregory replied. Still holding onto Carter's hand, he led him to the door and into the hallway, beginning the walk to the room he had so carefully prepared for the two of them in what seemed ages and not days ago. Everything was there that they'd need, clean sheets, blankets, towels, condoms and lubricant.

As they walked, Gregory couldn't help but continue his line of questioning, needing to know just how far Carter had gone and with whom and where, already feeling jealous over any person touching Carter. "White or black?"

"White," Carter replied from beside him.

Gregory glanced over at Carter and squeezed his hand, gratified when Carter squeezed his back. It felt really good to be the one leading for a change. "So, he was a doctor, older than you and white. Did you fuck him?" Couldn't get more direct than that, he thought.

"No. There was none of that."

Gregory didn't have to look to see the embarrassment on Carter's face at that admission. "Okay, no fucking...then. He gave you a blow job?"

"Yes," Carter sharply replied.

"You gave him a blow job, too?"

"Yes."

"One time or more than once? I mean, were you only with him one time?" Gregory wasn't sure he liked the idea of Carter's mouth wrapped around another man's cock, or the idea of another man making Carter writhe with pleasure, and Gregory was positive that Carter would writhe while being sucked.

"Just that one time."

"His name?" When no answer came, Gregory looked over at Carter again, and in the semi-darkness of the hallway was able to see that the man was highly embarrassed. "He works here, doesn't he?"

Carter shook his head. "No. Not now. He used to. His name was Doug."

Gregory stopped walking and turned to fully face Carter, once more his hand wandered to the man's face, only this time he caressed the stubbled skin there. "The next time someone asks you these questions, Doug ain't gonna be the name you give, it's going to be Gregory, and there won't be any of this 'we didn't do all of it' bull, you're gonna proudly recount how Gregory fucked your brains out, got it, Carter?"

Carter slowly smiled. "On one condition, 'Gregory', and that's that you call me John and not Carter."

Gregory pulled Carter...John, toward him, a full blown smile on his face. "That's one order from you that I don't mind taking, John." Their lips met once more in a hungry kiss, a promise of what was to come once they reached the bower that Gregory had prepared.

"Damn, but if we don't get to that room soon, I'm gonna take you here and now," Gregory said, sighing as he rested his forehead against John's.

"Then I guess you'd better lead the way or I might just have to let you do that."

Gregory raised his head and grinned, once more taking John's hand in his own. "It's not far. Come on."


John was surprised with himself at how quickly he had put his trust in Pratt...Gregory. As often as they had clashed, he would have figured that Gregory would be the last person he'd blindly trust, yet when the man took him by the hand and led him down the hallway, John found it easy to follow. It didn't take long before they were out of the ER and into the lab area of their floor, and yet Gregory kept walking.

"When you said this was a secluded spot, I didn't think you meant it was in another hospital," John said, grinning at Gregory through the semi-darkness of the hallway. With the overhead lights off in most of the building, they were still given illumination by the emergency lights, red bulbs giving everything a strange glow. In light of what they were going to do once they reached this secluded room of Gregory's, John felt the red lighting to be appropriate.

"We're almost there, keep your pants on," Gregory replied, turning his head slightly and grinning over at John. "Or not."

"If I stop to take off my pants, then it will slow us down," John easily replied.

Gregory squeezed his hand. "No, it wouldn't. It would stop us dead in our tracks because I'd take you right here."

"Better find that room, then." John wasn't exactly sure that he liked the idea of being 'taken' by any man. Well, that wasn't true. The idea itself excited him. But considering the size of the guy in the porn flick, and Gregory's assertions that he measured up to that, John wasn't so sure he could physically handle or enjoy being taken. He also wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle the oral sex if Gregory was that large. It wasn't as if he was experienced with that sort of thing. He and Doug had done it only once, and then it had been a case of them doing each other at the same time.

John was deep in thought when he found himself bumping into Gregory's side. "Sorry," he muttered, and then he noticed that the man had stopped before a door.

"We're here?" The words croaked out of John's suddenly dry throat as he looked at the closed door.

"We're here." Gregory's hand began to softly rub the small of John's back and John couldn't help but press his back into that touch.

"Guess we should go in then."

"You sure about this? Because if you've changed your mind, I can live with it. Might have to jerk off while cussing you out, but I could live with it. I don't want you to feel that you have to do this." Gregory turned around to look at John, but kept his hand against John's back, still softly rubbing the muscles there.

John looked at Gregory for a few moments, and then nodded. "I'm sure. I don't know why I'm sure, but I am. I should be running as fast as I can in the other direction, but..." John looked over Gregory's shoulder at the closed door. "This can't go anywhere, you know that, don't you? I mean, after this night is over."

Gregory nodded. "I'm cool with it. You've got Abby and I haven't given up on Jing-Mei. The woman wants me, I can tell." He grinned. "But yeah, I know. That's why this night has to count, right? Why I need to get you in there now and love you until you can't move." He turned slightly away from John, pushing the door open, then pulling John toward the doorway, letting him enter the room first.

"It's not much, but it has what we need; bed, bathroom, condoms and lubricant." Gregory flipped on the overhead light and they both blinked in the harsh glare.

"You've been preparing for this?" John asked as he watched Gregory turn on one of the lower wattage lights.

"Yeah, I have. I've wanted you for a while now, John, so I figured this lockdown was my best chance. I had all kinds of scenarios planned out for how I was going to seduce you, and then you walked in on me in the lounge, totally ruining my plans. Get that overhead light, will you?"

John clicked off the light, finding the room a bit cozier, if any hospital room could ever be defined as 'cozy', with only the dimmer lighting. "Sorry I ruined your plans. Maybe we can start all over. You're here and I just walked in. Seduce me." He said with a smirk that belied the blush on his cheeks.


Gregory grinned back at John, then slowly walked over to him until their bodies touched. And he kept moving until he had John backed up against the door. "Gladly," Gregory sighed mere seconds before his lips touched John's, creating a light kiss that quickly deepened into one of passion and heat. His hands slipped up under John's T-shirt, smoothing along the skin until he encountered a hard nub, which he worked over until the nipple peaked proudly against his fingers.

John moaned into Gregory's mouth before twisting his head to the side, gasping for air. "God, Gregory...."

Gregory simply grinned as his hands moved to John's other nipple, creating more moans to drift out of the man's throat. "Fuck this," Gregory finally growled as he grabbed the hem of the shirt and lifted up, pulling it off of John's body with very little difficulty and a lot of John's help.

"Much better," Gregory murmured as he lowered his mouth to one of the still erect nipples, sucking and biting on it while he let a hand drift south to slip inside the waistband of John's pants and boxers. The hard flesh he encountered was hot and sleek as silk, and he toyed with the cockhead, using his thumb to spread the pre-cum around while wondering just how long he'd be able to hold out before pulling the rest of his clothes off of John's body. His own cock was hard and aching with need, so Gregory was pretty sure that it wouldn't be much longer at all until his need to have John stretched out naked before him overrode everything else.

John's moans urged Gregory onward, and his hands and lips worked at a frenzied pace, his mouth moving from one nipple to another, his free hand taking the place of his lips while he was giving attention to the other, his right hand stroking and squeezing John's cock. Now, he thought, now's the time to strip him, but before Gregory could begin, he suddenly found his back against the door and John's face just inches in front of his own, smiling. And those eyes, God, Gregory thought, those eyes were blazing. In less than a heartbeat his tank top was pulled over his head and John's mouth was busy bathing Gregory's hot flesh. But the licking didn't do anything to cool either one of them off, instead it further inflamed Gregory's desire and his whimpers were close to becoming words, close to begging John to touch his cock, to suck him off, to do whatever he wanted.

And then suddenly cool air was wafting across Gregory's chest and John was no longer in front of him. The man had moved over by the bed, teasing Gregory with the distance he had put between them.

"So that's your idea of seduction?" John asked with a grin.

"More or less," Gregory replied as he slowly walked over to John, noting with pleasure the bulge that still tented those scrub pants. A bulge to match the one barely hidden by his running pants. "That was just one idea. I had quite a few more."

"I'll bet you did."

They were once more eye-to-eye and without another word, Gregory grasped the waistbands of the scrubs and boxers, then kneeling quickly, pulled them down below John's knees. Now that he was on eye level with John's cock, Gregory couldn't keep his mouth from it. He grabbed the base of it with one hand while wrapping his lips around the swollen head. John's hands rested on Gregory's head and his quick intake of breath let Gregory know that what he was doing with his tongue was pretty good.

"God, yes, Gregory, don't stop...ooooh, no, wait, keep doing THIS...God..."

Now that was one order from John that Gregory didn't mind taking, and he kept at the man until he finally heard John scream out his name in a strained voice, not quite enough warning of the impending orgasm that flooded Gregory's mouth. He swallowed quickly, his reputation of never wasting a single drop at stake, and once more he kept his reputation intact. The sound of harsh breathing reached Gregory's ears and he slowly released John's cock to look up at the man he had just made scream. John's eyes were still closed and a faint sheen of perspiration was on his upper lip and Gregory watched the rapid rise and fall of John's chest as he breathed, then saw the breathing even out a bit.

The eyelids flew open and Gregory found himself looking up into chocolate pools of heat. He grinned broadly. "Now THAT'S what I call seduction."


John laughed then moved so that he was leaning against the bed, needing some type of support after the incredibly satisfying orgasm he had just reached due to the mouth of Gregory Pratt. "I wondered if your mouth was good for something, it's nice to see that it is."

Gregory slowly rose to his full height and pushed his body against John's, pinning him against the bed. "My mouth is good for a lot of things, but I think that right now, you need to find out just what my cock is good for, don't you agree?"

Once again John's mouth went dry as he remembered the size of the man in the movie. He could never handle it if Gregory was that size, the man was too big.

"You're having second thoughts, aren't you?" Gregory softly asked as he began to caress John's hip. "It's okay if you are. We can do like you and that Doug guy, and just go for the blow jobs, that's not a problem for me."

John could see in Gregory's eyes that he was disappointed, but he was sure that the man would split him in two. Still, he needed to explain his refusal. Refusals, he corrected himself, because there was no way he was going to try to take a penis that large into his mouth, especially as inexperienced as he was at the art of man-to-man oral sex. "I've never...I mean...well, no man has ever..."

Gregory nodded. "You mentioned that before."

"What I'm trying to say is that, well, Doug did put something there, his finger, and that kinda hurt at first, then felt good. But a finger..." John held up his index finger. "A finger isn't very big, and you..." He looked down to Gregory's crotch, Gregory's bulging crotch. "You said you were built like the guy in the movie, and..."

"I never said that, John." Gregory chuckled. "I said I could give him a run for his money. I never said I was that big. I know you've gotta be scared, this being your first time and all, but I've been with virgins before, and I'll take real good care of you, I promise. Here." Gregory grabbed John's hand and pulled it down, pressing it tightly against his cock. "Does it feel huge to you?"

"Immense," John blurted out, but he didn't remove his hand.

Gregory kicked off his shoes, glad that it was still too hot in the building for socks so that he didn't have to waste time dealing with them, too. Then he pulled his pants off, tossing them aside. His cock strained at the white cotton of his briefs, but he didn't move any further. "Take them off of me, John."

John looked into Gregory's eyes, seeing want and desire there, but this was the same man who tormented his working hours. Disobedient, cock-sure, arrogant, egotistical...and one Hell of blowjob giver. Despite all their arguments, John knew he could believe Gregory when he said he wouldn't hurt him, that he'd take good care of him. One thing John had noticed was that Gregory Pratt didn't lie about things like that. And he did want to see Gregory naked, wanted to see if his erection was as immense as it felt, as it looked to be in those briefs.

Moving slowly, John hooked his fingers under the elastic band and slowly pushed the briefs down Gregory's hips, having to maneuver a bit to get them past the hard cock, trying his best to not yet look at it, but failing. God, he was right, it was big. Huge, even. Not as big as the porn guy's, but still...

"What are you? Six, six and a half inches?" Gregory's voice cut through John's thoughts.

"Uh, average I guess," John replied as he let go of the briefs so he could touch the raging hard on that rose proudly in the air before him. "Six inches or so."

"Six and one quarter inches. About the same size as you."

John looked up at Gregory's grinning face, then back to his hard cock. "No way."

"Way. It just looks bigger to you because you're not hard right now to compare it with. But trust me, we're about the same size."

John tilted his head to one side as he looked at the cock. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that it wasn't any larger than Doug's. Of course, there was one sure way to find out...he moved to his knees and gingerly sucked Gregory's cock into his mouth. No, it definitely wasn't all that larger than Doug's had been. But it tasted different, although the underlying musk seemed similar. Gregory's hands raked through John's hair as John gave his full attention to the cock in his mouth, using his tongue and lips to tease Gregory, and using his hands to massage the heavy balls that swung freely beneath the cock. It was thrilling to make Gregory moan and whisper for more, to feel his body respond to his touches and licks, to feel those fingers clinch his hair. Definitely thrilling to have that much power over another person's pleasure.

"You've got to stop," Gregory hoarsely said as he moved his hips backward while using his hands to push John's head away. "You're getting me far too close to the edge and I'm not ready for that yet. Later tonight you can suck me off, but not yet. This cock is meant to be somewhere else first."

John allowed the man to help him stand and they remained by the bed, embracing for several minutes. It felt good to just hold one another, John thought. No kissing, no teasing, just holding.

"I won't hurt you," Gregory's voice cut through the silence, announcing that it was time for more.

"I know," John easily replied before he brushed his lips over Gregory's. "How are we going to do this?"

"With you on your back. I want to watch you while I fuck you, see the pleasure in you. I want you to see my face when I come, and I want to be able to kiss you in all the in-between times. I'm just not sure...your back...you were shot or stabbed, right?"

John slowly nodded. "Stabbed."

"Can your back handle that?" Gregory's hands were now moving over the small of John's back, lightly caressing the scars there.

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out, won't we?" And with that, John gave Gregory another small kiss, and then turned to move aside the covers on the bed before sitting on the mattress. He heard Gregory moving around the room, but didn't dare watch him; half afraid he'd back out if he saw any of the preparations being made. Silently, John reclined on the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him and resting his head on the pillow.

"This okay?" he finally asked, hoping he didn't look as foolish as he felt.

"Perfect," Gregory's voice replied, sounding nearly breathless. Then the man came into view at the foot of the bed. "Spread your legs."

"Excuse me?" John raised his head and looked down at him. He wasn't experienced with gay sex, but he'd performed enough rectal exams to know he was nowhere near ready to be penetrated by anything.

"Why do you always have to question me?" Gregory grinned at him. "I need room to move down here, so spread your legs."


Gregory couldn't help but hold his breath as he watched John lean back against the mattress and then open his legs for him. And not just a little bit. No, not John Carter. The man spread them wide and as Gregory's eyes took in the long, pale figure before him, his own cock twitched, eager to get started. There was no doubt at all that he'd find satiation with John, everything about the man screamed passion and intensity, and Gregory knew the ride would be a good one.

Realizing he was staring, Gregory tried to think of something to say. Something witty and clever or funny. But all that came out was, "God, you're so..."

"Scarred?" John asked, his eyes not meeting Gregory's, but seemingly fixed on the ceiling.

"Beautiful. Do you know many times I've dreamed about having you this way? Laid out before me like a fancy feast or something."

"So now I'm cat food?" John asked, but he was at least now looking at Gregory, and a smile played around his mouth.

"And I'm one starving cat." Gregory climbed onto the bed, kneeling between John's legs. He placed a few condom packets to the side, and then opened the tube of lubricant. "I'm going to try to warm this up as much as possible, but it's still going to feel cool against your skin."

John nodded and Gregory could literally see his entire body grow tense. That wouldn't do at all, he knew. He needed John relaxed and at ease, eager for penetration, not tense and anxious.

"I'm not going to hurt you, keep repeating that. This is gonna feel good, I promise." Gregory said as he began to warm the lubricant. "You are way too tense, man, way too tense. Don't you ever, like, relax or anything?"

"I relax," John said, propping himself up on his elbows. "I relax a lot."

"Prove it to me. Relax for me now." Gregory challenged, his cock twitching once more as John's face took on a look of determination.

"A person can't relax on command, Pratt," he spat out.

"Pratt? It's Gregory to you, remember? Prop your legs up, you know, like you're getting a pelvic."

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" John asked, but he pulled his knees up anyway. "Because this seems to be taking a long time."

Gregory smiled as John's new position put his ass into better view...and reach. "We have all night, and, like fine wine, having sex with me is something that should not be rushed. Neither is having sex with you." As he spoke, he inched forward a bit on his knees, then began to draw circles around John's ass with his fingers, smoothing on the lube and getting John used to be touched there.

"You said that this Doug guy put his finger in you?" Gregory asked as he slowly closed the circle.

"Yes," John replied, tossing his head back. "That's nice."

"What I'm doing or his putting a finger inside of you?" Gregory asked as the 'bull's eye' came closer.

"Both...oh, God..." John gasped out loud as Gregory's fingertip entered his body.

"Yeah, I can see where you think this is nice," Gregory said with a smirk. "But I think you'll like this even better." And he slowly pressed inward, twisting his finger slightly as he moved it, his own desire further aroused by the way John's ass clamped down tightly on that single digit. Oh, God, what that ass was going to feel like to his cock...

A hissing noise came from the vicinity of John's head and Gregory grinned, then he lowered his face to the tender part of John's thigh, sucking lightly and using his tongue to caress the skin. Once John's senses were focused on THAT pleasure, then Gregory could slip in another finger without worrying about hurting him.

And that was foremost in his mind right then, making love to John without hurting him in any way, shape or form. Because even though they both said that this one night was it, Gregory couldn't help but hope that there'd be other nights, one way or the other. With Abby and Leon to consider, Gregory wasn't sure just how they'd manage to find a time or a place to be together again, but that didn't stop him from hoping. One thing he was sure of, though, and that was that if he hurt John, then the man would never want to be with him again.

And so, he took his time, distracting John when needed, until he had the man stretched about as well as he could using just his fingers. Gregory could feel John's eyes boring into him as he rolled a condom onto his weeping cock, and then applied lubricant to it.

"Ready?" Gregory asked, hoping his voice didn't sound as shaky to John as it did to his own ears. He needed John to be ready, needed this to be good for John.

John nodded. "I'm more than ready. Come on."

John raised his head just enough to be able to look at Gregory as the man proceeded with things. He'd often seen a look of intense concentration on his face, but never before had it given him the thrill it was now giving him.

As if he could feel John's eyes on him, Gregory lifted his head, grinning as their eyes met. "We definitely have PER here, John," he said, and John gasped out loud as he felt something press against his anus, slowly moving into him.

"PER?" he asked as his mind screamed at his body to relax. It was a task made a lot easier by the fact that Gregory was playing with his body while penetrating him.

"Penis Engaged and Reactive," Gregory smirked, and John felt himself stretch even further, a tingling, yet pleasant sensation as Gregory's cock-head slid past the ring of muscle.

Laughing, John let his head fall back onto the pillow, then felt Gregory's hands upon his hips, lifting them slightly upward as that pressure continued to move further into John's body. The doctor inside of John knew that he'd soon be feeling more pleasure once that cock reached his prostate gland, but the man inside of him was wondering just what was so great about..."Jesus!" he screamed in surprise as pleasure arced through his body.

"If you think that was good, just wait until I'm in all the way," Gregory said, amusement and more than a bit of pride in his voice.

The spasm of pleasure passed, leaving John aware of an intense pressure within his body, and he couldn't resist teasing Gregory just a little bit. "Oh? I was wondering about the I3Y factor."

Gregory hesitated slightly, a small frown on his face. "I3Y factor?"

John grinned up at his lover. "Yeah. You know, is it in yet?"

Gregory began to laugh and the shaking of his body carried through into John's body, once more making the man gasp slightly. "Yeah, I'll show you just how well it's in." And with that statement, Gregory raised up a bit, and the angle of penetration changed enough for John to feel, to be followed by even more pressure and then that incredible burst of pleasure yet again.

"And now, I think you definitely need some PCIA, stat," Gregory said, his dark eyes boring into John's own, looking directly into his soul.

"Whatever the doctor orders," John breathlessly replied, ready for whatever it was that Gregory had planned and eager to feel even more flashes of pleasure.

Gregory frowned. "You're supposed to ask what PCIA means," he pouted.

John raised his upper body as much as he could, reaching out with his hand to gently caress Gregory's face. "Gregory Pratt, you talk too much. Right now is the time for more action and a little less conversation."

Gregory clasped the hand to his face, then grinned slowly before letting go of it. "You are so right. From now on, the only talking I want to hear is you screaming out my name as I fuck you senseless."

John laughed as he lay back down. "And all I want to hear is you screaming out my name as you come."

"Sounds good to me." Gregory's hands moved to John's hips, holding them in place while he once more moved his body. "And so it begins."

John barely had time to register the man's words before Gregory's hips began to move, making his cock pull out of John's body, leaving an aching emptiness behind and John softly mewling at the loss. And then that organ thrust back inside, fast and hard, scraping against the prostate, putting pressure on it, making fireworks ignite and explode within John's brain.

"God...yes...harder, faster...no, slow down...no, faster...argh!" John's head thrashed on the pillow, his brain unable to keep up with the sensations that were shooting through his body, sensations he had never felt before but wanted to feel more of in the future. Fast wasn't good enough, slow wasn't good enough, hard or gentle; neither were good enough. John wanted it each way all and he wanted it all at the same time. He grasped his knees, pulling them further back so Gregory could move in even further if possible.

"God, you're so damn tight," Gregory gasped out. His body glowed in the dim light with the sheen of sweat as his body furiously moved, and the grip he had on John's hips was hard and steadying.

"You're just so damn big," John found the words to counter, then deciding that even trying to talk coherently while being fucked by Gregory was simply too much work. "Faster," he urged. "Harder."


Gregory chuckled as he complied. "You've always got to be bossy, don't you?" he asked. His fantasies had been of John Carter being a fighter up to a point, and then being completely submissive. And those fantasies had been good. But Gregory couldn't deny that having John lying before him and giving orders for his own pleasure was much better than the fantasy. Oh, he had hoped John would like it, so to find that John was enthusiastic was nearly Heaven.

John grinned up at him, passion flashing in his eyes. "Someone has to keep you on track, might as well be me."

Gregory shook his head, then wisely decided to hold his tongue and just concentrate on what he was doing. God, he hadn't been lying when he said John was tight. It was like having a hot velvet vise around his cock, only the squeezing wasn't painful, it was pure pleasure, and he knew that it wouldn't be too much longer before he exploded inside of John. Looking down, Gregory could watch himself disappear into John's body, and he thought that he'd never seen a sight so beautiful before. He also noticed that John's cock was half hard, so he reached down to pump it, quickly stroking in time with the strokes of his own cock, wanting them both to come at the same time.

John moaned, his eyes even darker. "Greg..." and then his voice gave out on making any type of sound that sounded like English, or any other known language.

Gregory felt a thrill shoot through his body at the knowledge he had reduced John Carter to an animalistic state where all he knew was the pleasure he was giving and receiving. "Oh, yeah, man, that's it exactly," he grunted, his hips moving furiously back and forth in his attempt to drive the both of them over the edge.

Gregory closed his eyes as he fought off the incoming rush, and he jerked slightly as he felt a hot and sweaty hand close over the one that was working John's cock so diligently. He opened his eyes to see that John was helping him along, the look of pleasure on John's face so ethereal that it took Gregory's breath away just as his orgasm hit. "JOHN!" he screamed out, slamming his hips hard against John's body, his cock pulsating as it throbbed out his semen, and then John's voice was cutting through the air, screaming out Gregory's name as his come arced into the air, almost suspended there before splashing against that pale belly and chest.

Gregory gripped the end of the rubber and slowly pulled out, smiling as that small action made John moan yet again, then he leaned forward, bending down so that their chests touched while he captured John's mouth in a post-coital kiss that threatened to heat things up once more.

Smiling, Gregory pulled slightly away and looked down into John's flushed face and endless eyes. "I knew you'd like it," he commented with a smirk, already thinking that he'd have to convince John to do it at least one more time before they returned to being Dr. Carter, Chief Resident and Dr. Pratt, intern.

John slowly smiled up at him and Gregory thought his insides would melt from the sight. "Oh, yeah, I liked that." Then John's hands were suddenly at Gregory's neck, pulling his head back down for a breathtaking kiss. "Thank you," John whispered against his lips as the kiss ended.

"You're welcome," Gregory said as he carefully moved from the bed. "Thank you, as well."

Gregory could feel John's eyes on him while he removed the condom and tossed it into the trashcan by the bed. "What do you think housekeeping is going to say about this?"

Gregory laughed as he reached for the towel and began to clean away the mess on John's belly. "Probably that we've spent these past few weeks fucking like rabbits. There will be rumors all over the hospital about those horny ER doctors and nurse. Maybe they'll even have us all in one huge orgy?"

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" John quietly asked as he remained still under Gregory's hands. "That would be a boon to your ego."

Gregory tossed the towel to the floor, then tossed the covers to the bed before getting back on it. "I'd only like that if it had really happened. But, mark my words, Jing-Mei Chen will be my woman before the end of the year. She wants me, I can tell."

John laughed as he moved over on the bed to give Gregory more room. "Sure she does. That's why you have to fight her off every time you turn around."

"Damn right," Gregory said as he gathered John into his arms and pulled him close. "Now, with that wonderful thought in mind, we should get some rest so that we can do that one more time before we go back to the ER."

"Sounds good to me," John's voice rumbled against Gregory's chest, and a hand tentatively strayed over Gregory's belly before settling on it. "So, what does PCIA mean?"

Gregory laughed. "You haven't figured it out yet? Pumping cock in ass."

"You definitely did that, didn't you?" John replied sleepily. "And you did it well, too."

Gregory kissed the top of John's head, and then closed his eyes, grateful to have this one night. But sleep eluded him long after he knew John was out for the count. He just had too many things on his mind; wanting to be with John again, his feelings for Jing-Mei, wondering if Leon was really doing all right staying with a friend. Sure, Leon and Jake had brought the pizza and sodas to him, but Leon had been anxious to see him, and Gregory knew that Leon was worried that he was hurt. Probably didn't understand why he couldn't come home or why he couldn't be there with him. He'd make it up to Leon once he was out, Gregory vowed. He could never stand to let Leon down.

And he didn't want to let John Carter down either, but he kept doing that. There were times when it seemed as if he couldn't do anything right in Carter's eyes. The man was a damn good doctor, a good teacher, too, not that Gregory would say that to his face. But he had been a good student, had worked hard for the grades he earned, paid attention, excelled in his rotations. He was already a good doctor, but Carter didn't want to admit that. He seemed to feel that Gregory had to still be treated as a student, even though he was an intern, a real doctor.

A movement against Gregory's belly brought him out of those thoughts and he smiled as his arms tightened around the man beside him. Gregory definitely preferred John over Carter, and he wished with all his heart that he didn't have to leave the room in the morning and walk away from John. But in his dreams, Gregory knew they'd always be together, and with that thought in mind, he finally drifted off to sleep.

Wakefulness came slowly to Gregory, brought about by a feather light touch against his thigh. As his mind was grasping with being awake and trying to discern the touch, a new one assaulted him, a hot and wet touch on his cock as it was engulfed by a mouth. No, not just any mouth, he told himself as he smiled. John's mouth.


Stretching his arm down as he opened his eyes, Gregory's hand came in contact with soft hair, and then, moving further downward, bare skin, still warm from being snuggled next to him.

"I like your idea of a wake-up call," Gregory said, his voice as hoarse from desire as it was from sleep, his cock fully awake and enjoying the tongue caressing it was being given.

"Mmmm," was the only response he received and Gregory accepted that with a prolonged moan as he relaxed further, the only part of his body tense being that which was being worked over by John. It was very tempting to let John continue until he came, but Gregory didn't really want that. He wanted to be back inside of John, fucking him until he screamed one last time for him. Oh, yeah, that's exactly what he wanted; to have John's screams of ecstasy echoing off the walls of radiology.

"I'm awake now," Gregory said as he used both hands to gently disengage John's mouth from his cock. Smiling at the look of consternation on John's face, Gregory winked. "I want equal time with your cock, John, and then I want a replay of last night. I want the memory of this so ingrained in your mind that every time you close your eyes as you come, you think of me first."

John grinned, then shook his head as he crawled up Gregory's body, straddling his hips as he lowered his head for a kiss. "You'd have to be very, very good to make that happen."

"I am." Gregory replied as his hands pulled John's face lower and their lips touched, warmth touching warmth, a slight taste of his own liquid still on John's mouth, tongues battling for control and John's finally winning. Gregory could let him win that battle, as he was going to be in charge of everything else until they left that room.

The kiss ended as slowly as it began. Still smiling into each other's eyes, Gregory deftly moved on the bed, rolling them over so that John was beneath him, but nearly off of the bed. A few more moved put John firmly in the center of the bed, his cock and ready to be touched, and Gregory himself was more than ready to stroke, lick and suck it.

"Good morning, John," he said as his hand moved between their bodies to clasp John's cock, and then Gregory began to kiss his way down John's body, placing the last one hungrily on the tip of John's engorged member and lingering briefly there before taking him into his mouth.


John slowly dressed, the memory of Gregory's kisses and touches still imprinted upon his skin. The man had been right, and disgustingly so. John would think of him for a long time to come. He just wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, and he really didn't want to dwell on it, either. He wanted to simply be able to say that they had done something on impulse and had enjoyed it. John didn't want to think that his impulse defense wouldn't stand up to the question of why they did it a second time.

"You okay?" Gregory's voice asked from the other side of the room.

John turned to look at him and nodded. "Just thinking, that's all."

"You think too much, you know that?" Gregory replied as he pulled on his shirt.

John chuckled. "And you talk too much."

"Well, by now you should know how to keep from doing that."

"Oh, yeah, that's true. I'm sure it would work quite well if I walked over to you in a trauma and kissed you into silence," John replied with a smirk on his face. It might shut up Gregory Pratt, but everyone else would be talking, of that he had no doubt.

"It just might," Gregory replied as he walked over to John. "Here, let me get this." He took the ties for the scrub pants from John's hand and began to knot them. "We can't have you showing back up in the ER looking as if you just got out of bed."

"But I did," John replied with a grin as he leaned forward and quickly kissed Gregory on the lips. "We both did."

The two were then silent as they continued to get dressed. John wondered if Gregory was thinking the same thoughts as he had in his mind; that he wished their encounter could happen again, that he wished they lived in a society where a person could be in a relationship with two people without being labeled as kinky. Where a man could not only love a woman, but another man, too, and not have it be considered dirty or evil. But they didn't live in a society like that, and John knew he and Gregory could never be together again.

Dressed and the room somewhat straightened up, John opened the door and headed out into the hallway. It was still dim, but the light of the morning added some illumination through the windows. It wouldn't be long now before they were freed, able to walk outside again and live their lives as if they had never been held prisoner in the hospital for half a month.

"Think they missed us?" Gregory asked from beside him.

"I'm sure Abby missed me," John easily replied. "Deb is probably celebrating your absence."

"Hey," Gregory replied with a slightly pout, "you're talking the woman I love, so watch it."

They both laughed, finding it surprisingly easy to shift gears from lovers to friends, although both knew that when they next set foot in the hospital, they'd once more have to be not only colleagues, but instructor and student.

"Well," Jing-Mei said, tapping a tape against her chin. "It looks as if the two of you had an enjoyable guy's night out." She grinned broadly at the two of them. "But I think you would have enjoyed it even more if you had taken your tape with you. Really, John, a porn tape?"

John's eyes grew wide. "It's not mine. Pratt's friends slipped it to him along with the pizza."

Jing-Mei's gaze shifted to Pratt and she was silent for a moment, then she nodded. "Why doesn't that surprise me? So, who wants cold pizza for breakfast?"

"I'll have cold anything for breakfast as long as you're at the table, Jing-Mei," Pratt said as he followed her to the lounge, pausing at the door long enough to wink back at John and then disappearing after his prey.

John nodded, then went in search of Abby, finding her in the suture room. Their 'bedroom' of sorts. She appeared to still be sleeping so John quietly took a seat on the gurney next to hers; his side of the 'bed'.

"You've been gone all night," Abby said and then she rolled over, looking at him through sleepy eyes.

"I didn't think you wanted me around you after our disagreement," John replied, wondering if his bout of sex with Pratt counted as an infidelity since he wasn't quite sure if he and Abby were a couple or not.

"I didn't at first, but I did later. You weren't around though. Neither was Pratt." Abby sat up and ran her hand up his thigh. "If you close the blinds, we could make up properly," she said with a knowing grin.

"I think I can do that. Making up always sounds like a good thing." John was grinning as he hopped off of the gurney and made his way to the doors to close the blinds.

"If everyone is in the lounge having breakfast, then you'll only have to try to be halfway quiet this time," Abby said as she began to remove her clothes. "So, hurry up with those blinds because I need some PCIP, stat, Doctor Carter."

John froze, leaving the blinds half open, and he could see Abby partially reflected in the glass, her body being revealed to him, a smile on her face. She couldn't...no, it wasn't possible. Was it? "PCIP?" he asked, hoping and praying his voice wasn't as shaky as it sounded to his own ears.

"Yep. You know, pumping cock in pussy," she replied, and John could clearly hear the amusement in her voice. "So get it on over here and take care of me, doc, and then you can tell me all about last night in radiology."


The End