Sanchez stood in the doorway gazing tenderly at the king-sized bed. Well, at the figure in the bed, actually. Leslie, snuggled against the pure whiteness of the luxuriously thick duvet. He looked so young, curled up like a kitten, one hand tucked under his cheek, the other between his legs. Sanchez smiled, slid out of his green silk robe and onto the bed, moulding himself to the young man's body and pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. Still asleep, Leslie moaned quietly, reaching back to pull Sanchez' arm around himself, guiding their hands down to cup his genitals...
Sanchez closed his eyes with a blissful sigh. This was as close to heaven as he ever expected to come.
And speaking of coming, Leslie was undulating his arse against his lover's groin in a most tempting fashion, his cock hard and quivering in Sanchez' grasp. Nestling his own penis between Leslie's buttocks, Sanchez brought both hands to bear, caressing the young man's cock and balls until Leslie gasped and whimpered and froze, penis pulsing in Sanchez' fingers, hot semen spurting over their skin.
It took him several minutes to recover, panting and quivering in Sanchez' arms. Then he wriggled over to face his lover, nuzzling his jaw. Sanchez went to kiss him, but Leslie pulled back, grinning.
"Morning breath, love. I wouldn't inflict that on you."
"I really don't care..." Sanchez gasped as Leslie slipped from his embrace and slid down his body, hot mouth engulfing his erection as nimble fingers cupped and fondled his balls. Sanchez closed his eyes with a blissful moan as the younger man began to suck, taking the surgeon deep into his throat.
Sanchez loved this, loved the steadily building pressure in his groin, loved the little gulping and slurping noises Leslie made – hell, he even loved the vulnerability of his position and the tiny hint of teeth his lover let him feel. And when he came, in long, soul-draining spasms, the feel of Leslie swallowing around his penis had him hardening again even as he melted into the bed with the force of the orgasm...
Leslie slid back up his body, grinning cheekily, and kissed him. Sanchez shivered at the taste of himself in his lover's mouth, and pulled the young man tightly to him, long slim hands cupping tight little buttocks.
Leslie chuckled and turned his head to whisper into Sanchez' ear.
"Much better than morning breath, wouldn't you say?"
Sanchez growled his agreement and rolled them both over so Leslie was on his back, then reached for the tube of sweet scented gel on the bedside cabinet, swiftly slathering his penis.
"OK?"
"Oh yes..." Leslie was looking up at him, eyes glistening, lips parted delectably, thighs spread wide and hips canted upwards. Absolutely irresistible. With a helpless moan Sanchez thrust into his slender body, ramming home as Leslie shuddered and wrapped long slim legs around his lover's waist.
"Oh god, Lucien... fuck me... harder, love... I want to feel you in my throat... harder..."
And Sanchez complied, sliding his knees under the younger man's thighs to allow for deeper thrusts, silky hair falling over his face as his whole body moved in time with the pounding, hips curling, the muscle in his thighs and buttocks flexing as he fucked, the young man under him crying out, head rolling back as he came again. Sanchez groaned, shaking helplessly as he emptied himself into his lover's body, collapsing onto the bed, still half in the pale figure below him.
Leslie sighed and slumped, one hand playing with his lover's soft hair, the other stroking Sanchez' smooth back.
"Lucien... god you're wonderful..."
Sanchez pushed himself up on his elbows to gaze down into the flushed face.
"Am I? Really?" he kissed a prominent cheekbone. "I have nothing to gauge myself against..."
Leslie chuckled quietly.
"Oh, I have though. And believe me, Lucien, you're fantastic. I can't get enough of you."
Flattered, though still not wholly convinced, Sanchez smiled and rolled onto his side, resting on one elbow.
"I am very pleased you stayed."
Leslie sighed happily and closed his eyes.
"Oh, so am I..." He leaned forwards to kiss one of Sanchez' nipples, then nipped it gently.
"You should have them pierced. Have golden rings, like your earring."
Sanchez frowned down at his chest.
"Wouldn't it hurt?"
"Only for a bit. But it's worth it, really – it's dead sexy. And they're such fun to play with."
"I'll think about it." He stretched, then sat up. "What would you like for breakfast – brunch rather, it's nearly eleven."
Leslie slid off the bed, dragging on Sanchez' robe.
"No, I'll make it. What d'you fancy?" He smirked. "Apart from me, I mean."
Sanchez lay back, arms behind his head, and smiled up at his lover.
"Surprise me..."
Dagless frowned pensively at his buddy. There was something different about Sanchez these days. He was more relaxed, happier, much calmer, less prone to argue.
It was – disturbing.
"Fancy a drink tonight? I'm buying."
Sanchez regarded Dagless for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.
"Thanks, Dag, but I'm busy tonight."
"How about tomorrow then?"
"Sorry, no can do."
Dagless offered an uneasy half-smile.
"Do I have to make an appointment to see you these days, Sanch? What happened to the spontaneity we used to have?"
Sanchez looked a little embarrassed.
"Sometimes we all need time to ourselves, Dag. Time to chill out, do our own thing. We're not joined at the hip, after all."
Dagless frowned at him.
"Does this have anything to do with that night? You know, when you wanted me to..."
Sanchez shook his head.
"No Dag. Of course not." But he seemed ill at ease, and Dagless tried probing further.
"Have you... found someone? A new bud?" A thought struck him. "A woman? You in love, Sanch?"
There was a moment's startled, pregnant silence, then Sanchez lowered his head.
"Something like that."
Dagless shoved down his sudden jealousy and forced a smile.
"So when do I get to meet the lucky lady?"
Sanchez' face assumed that stubborn expression Dagless knew from way back.
"When I'm – we're – ready."
Dagless shrugged. "Fair enough. Can I at least know her name?"
Sanchez hesitated for a moment, then murmured, "Leslie."
"Nice name. What's she like?"
"I don't think that's any of your business."
"OK, OK! I was only asking!" Dagless glowered at his friend. "Jeez, what's crawled up your crack?"
To his astonishment, Sanchez reddened and turned his face away.
"Sanch? What...?"
But perhaps fortunately, at that point a voice came over the Tannoy, calling Dr Sanchez to surgery, and the conversation – such as it was – was cut short.
Sanchez winced, hissing through his teeth, and Leslie chuckled, gently licking then kissing the swollen nipple.
"They won't hurt for long, Lucien. And they look gorgeous."
Sanchez had given in to Leslie's wistfully-repeated wish and had both nipples pierced. It had hurt like hell – not helped by Leslie being unable to stop playing with them, tugging gently, twisting, licking, nipping. But Sanchez had to admit they looked good, a fine match to his other jewellery, and if they made Leslie happy, well then, he was happy too.
And they made Leslie very happy. So happy, in fact, that Sanchez' work was beginning to suffer from lack of sleep. Not that he made any mistakes, oh no, he was far too professional for that. But his reactions were a little slower, and it took him a little longer to make decisions. He knew it, inside, though he'd deny it to anyone who pointed it out.
And all the time his addiction to Leslie grew deeper and more profound...
Reed eyed Dagless, then slammed his fist down on his desk.
"I need to know what's happening! And I need to know yesterday!"
Dagless shrugged helplessly.
"He won't tell me!"
"You're his friend, Dag! If he won't talk to you, who will he talk to? He's disturbing the smooth operation of this hospital, and if that gets back to Wonton, my arse is grass..."
"And Wonton's got a lawnmower, yes, we know that, Reed. I'll do my best, but I'm not making any promises."
"Just do the best you can. He's a good surgeon. Darkplace can't afford to lose him. But he's got to focus on the job, or he's no use to me. Or anyone, come to that."
Dagless nodded grimly. Sanchez' behaviour was beginning to disturb everyone, even Liz, who normally had no time for the surgeon.
It wasn't natural for Sanchez to be so damned happy!
Hell, it wasn't natural for anyone to be so happy. It was very worrying. And Sanchez was so secretive about it – whatever it was.
Dagless came to a decision. If Sanch wasn't going to spill, Dagless would just have to go round there and find out for himself.
He waited until Sanchez was in surgery, engaged in a particularly long and tricky operation, then made his way to the surgeon's flat. He paused outside, listening for a minute, until he was sure the faint noises he could hear were made by someone inside the apartment, then knocked on the door. There was silence, then the quiet sound of footsteps, and a moment later the door was opened...
Dagless stared, aghast and angry. Was this Leslie? And if so, why had Sanch led everyone to believe that Leslie was a woman? Pretty as this individual was – and Dagless noted the faint similarity to Liz in the long blond hair, the shape of the face, the lovely blue eyes – he was most definitely not female.
"Hello. Are you looking for Lucien?"
"Who...? Oh, Sanch. No, I know where he is. Who are you?"
"I'm Leslie." The young man frowned, gaze running swiftly up and down Dagless' body. His expression cleared, and he offered a slightly anxious smile. "You must be Dr Dagless. Lucien's told me about you."
"Has he." Dagless, hiding his shock, glowered at the stranger. "I'd like to talk to you."
The young man hesitated, then nodded.
"OK."
Dagless waited for a few seconds, but nothing more was forthcoming. He frowned.
"Inside, if you don't mind."
"Oh. Of course. Sorry – what am I thinking of?" He stepped aside and ushered Dagless into the flat, following him through to the little kitchenette and reaching for the kettle. "Can I make you a coffee?"
"No. Thanks." Dagless scrutinised Leslie narrowly, and the young man coloured and pulled Sanchez' green silk robe a little more tightly around his slender body.
"So where did you two meet?"
Leslie swallowed and licked his lips nervously.
"At the hospital. I was brought in with hypothermia. Lucien saved my life."
Dagless nodded, not taking his eyes from the slim figure, jealousy adding to the anger. This scrawny little youth had taken his place as Sanch's best friend? That couldn't be allowed!
"And this is how you repay him?"
"What do you mean?"
"You move in, take over his life, and stop him from working properly?"
Leslie blanched.
"But... what? How? What have I done?"
And actually, accusing the young man of making Sanch happy seemed a bit silly. Dagless prodded Leslie in the middle of the chest, shoving him backwards.
"You're distracting him from his work. He's tired all the time, can't concentrate. He hasn't made any mistakes yet, but it's only a matter of time. How do you think he'll feel when tiredness makes his scalpel slip and he kills a patient?"
Leslie had paled and was biting his lower lip, his eyes bright with unshed tears. He shook his head.
"He never said! I thought he was happy!"
"What does that have to do with it? He's a brilliant surgeon. It's his life. If you have any feelings for him at all, you'll stop interfering."
Leslie was shivering, his expression distraught.
"I never meant to hurt him. That's the last thing I want! I love him..." He gazed at Dagless, one tear trickling down his cheek. "I... you think I should leave..."
"I think it would be best for Sanch, yes."
Leslie slumped and scrubbed at his eyes with the backs of his hands.
"I have nowhere to go."
Dagless groped in his pocket, pulling out a tenner.
"Here you go. This should get you to London. I'm sure you'll be able to find a job there, they're always looking for barmen and waiters and bus-drivers. You can pay me back later."
"Th... thanks..." Leslie turned woebegone eyes to the doctor. "I need to say goodbye..."
"I'll tell him for you."
Leslie looked dubious, but Dagless nodded and patted a thin shoulder.
"I promise. Perhaps, when you get settled, you can write to him." Not that Dagless would let any letters within a mile of his buddy.
Leslie's voice shook as he tried to stop himself from breaking down.
"Y-yes... I... I'll d-do that..."
"I'll leave you to get on with it, then. Make sure you're gone before Sanch gets back."
Biting back a sob, the young man nodded, then turned to the bedroom to get dressed. Dagless let himself out.
On the way back to the hospital, he debated with himself how best to break the news to Sanch...
© 2008 Apr 25th Joules
(title courtesy of Lutra)
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