Frank Langdon had a lot of catching up to do after the divorce. He knew he was bisexual, only finding out when he had sex with Robby during his intern years. But that was all the exploring he did. So newly divorced and willing to try, he downloaded grindr. It was a lot more hostile than he expected. About a week in he gave up trying to actually find a date and just focused on his energy on hookup culture. He refreshed for days and days until coming across a mainly blank profile, a picture of a mainly smooth pale belly calling to him.
There really wasn't much on him, and there was the added worry the person lived pretty close to the hospital, but every picture there made his dick stand. Oh well, what's the harm. They chatted for a couple days, trading illicit pictures and flirty texts. He had slim build but was showing muscle in a few areas, and his pussy was pink; really pink and covered by golden curls. The kid also had a way with words for sure.
I'm so wet for you right now.
Eventually they were both riled up enough to where the stranger invited himself over. Now it was just up to Frank to get his sad little bachelor pad ready, dropping the dog off at Abby's. As the hours clicked down to seven on the fated day, Frank absently thought about how he would be getting off at this time. No. He reminded himself he shouldn't think work right now, for god's sake he was trying to get off.
The doorbell ringed. He sighed before answering.
"...Shit." He breathed out, faced with a familiar face. There was a lot going on that day, but he still managed to remember Dennis Whitaker. Who was now known as D. "L-Listen... I- I-"
"Are you going to invite me in?"
He blinks, smiling awkwardly. "E-excuse me?"
"Are you going to invite me in or not?" His eyebrows furrowed, running a hand through his new curls. "I douched for this man, just in case."
"Yeah but... you're my coworker and I'm techinally your superior."
"Well, not for two months at least." Whitaker rubs his nose. It burns but it's true. "Listen, I had a long day and I really wanna get laid. If this is too weird for you, then I get it. But..." The blonde runs his hand across his chest, snaking up to his face. "Were just people right now, yeah?"
Fuck it, he slept with his chief attending. He can sleep with resident. "Yeah, come in."
The two fall into bed, minds glazed over. He looks over to the blissed out Whitaker, the younger man covered in sheen of sweat and smiling. They just wafted in the warm silence for a bit, trying to catch their breathes. The blonde was not kidding around with any of his texts. willing, responsive, tight. That must have been some of the best sex he's ever had-
"Ok, I should get going." Whitaker announces.
Frank blinks, "You have work tomorrow?"
"Well... No but it's not like you really stay for hook ups."
"Oh." The brunette blushes, watching the blonde slowly put his wardrobe together. "I'm kinda... new to this. You don't have to go, the buses shouldn't be running this late and I could just order something."
Whitaker looks at him a bit dumbfounded, face a little red, before continuing on with packing up, "It's... alright. I didn't tell my roommate I'd be staying over and I'm not that hungry-"
A deep and ravenous growl pours from Whitaker's stomach. They stare at each other before giggling a little.
"Chinese okay with you?" The brunette asks.
"...I like orange chicken."
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