The silence was crushing Connor Rhodes. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it as he stood in the silent elevator, his vibrant blue eyes focused on Doctor Ethan Choi. The other man stood on the opposite side of the wall, closer to the doors, his back ramrod straight as he tilted his head reading the notes from one of the manila files in his arms.
His handsome features were poised in concentration, his sensuous lips silently mouthing the words as he read them back to himself. It was a trait that Connor found oddly endearing, it was just another thing he was learning about Ethan's habits. Once again, he felt himself drawn to those expressive dark eyes of his. He remembered the vibrant hues around Ethan's iris as Connor lay in Ethan's bed, the other man's taunt naked form pressing against him as they kissed.
Ethan's gentle fingertips trailed along the line of Connor's jaw, smoothing over the rough stubble before his thumb caressed the outline of his lover's lips. Connor moaned out loud in ecstasy, Ethan's hips fitting snugly against his own as he began to move in slow, vigorous bursts inside him. They had made love for hours that night, what he lacked in experience Connor had made up for in vigor. The other man had made it his mission to explore every part of Ethan. However he needed more, he needed to touch the other man again, to taste him and be with him in every sense of the word.
Connor's cheeks flushed pink at the memory, his teeth biting his lower lip at the intense surge of heat that rushed through his muscular form. His memories of that night were raw and vivid, Connor couldn't seem to get them out of his head.
Every time he saw Ethan, he remembered what that taunt, lean body felt like underneath his fingertips. The sounds that the other man made as Connor's dexterous fingers massaged him through the fabric of his jeans. He had loved the way his name sounded on Ethan's lips as he tore a husky moan from his lover's throat.
They hadn't talked about that night, it had been nearly a week ago and the two of them had barely been in the same room together for more than five minutes. Connor's schedule had been stacked with surgeries since Doctor Downey's passing and Ethan had inherited the position of Chief Resident from Will Halstead. The two of them were like ships in the night, passing by one another and leaving nothing in their wake. It had to stop, they had address what had happened between them.
"So the other night was..." Connor began, running the back of his head sheepishly as his brain frantically searched for the word. "...fun." he finished lamely.
Ethan paused for a moment, finally raising his head with a creased brow before turning his attention towards the other doctor residing in the elevator. Connor stared back at him with an arched eyebrow, his muscular arms crossed over that broad chest of his, that sexy fleur-de -lis tattoo of his just peeking out from underneath the sleeve of his burgundy scrubs. The sight of it made Ethan's lower body stir as he contemplated the other tattoos that were etched onto the naked flesh of Connor's beauteous body, the ones that he had seen after he had tenderly stripped away the other man's black t-shirt.
"I was going for mind blowing." Ethan responded, hugging the brown manila files to his chest as he met Connor's gaze meaningfully. "But I can't deny it was 'fun'."
His heated gaze made Connor shift uncomfortably for a moment against the growing ache in his burgundy scrubs. He imagined Ethan taking him right now in this elevator, scrubs torn off, slick skin pressing against one another as his finger's tangled in the other man's dark hair.
"I was leaning more towards earth shattering." Connor informed him with a bashful grin before allowing his more serious side to make an appearance. "I would be interested in exploring further..."
Ethan's stare was unrelenting as the two of them stood there in silence. Connor couldn't help but acknowledge that there was a depth inside the other man, one he hadn't even begun to touch. Hell, he wanted to, that wild reckless streak he had was telling him to just dive right in.
"It depends, Doctor Rhodes." Ethan said finally, he took a purposeful step forward bringing him just within Connor's personal space. The was charged between them, Connor could feel the electricity pricking along his flesh as he inhaled deeply, that rich masculine scent flooding his senses as Ethan lingered close enough for their burgundy scrubs to rustle slightly. "Are you up for the challenge?"
