Hi, to your Sharkleberry: I absolutely love the idea of Shark who's tough and harsh at work, but totally smitten and showers his partner with gifts and attention in private.
Like he will take such good care of him...
Dr. Park the Shark ate Dennis alive at work because he deserved it. At home? That was a different story.
When Dennis arrived home after his 16 hour shift as a first year resident? The scent of garlic, chicken, onion, and parmesan waited for him. A balm to his overtired, starving soul.
Dennis let his bag slump to the floor next to the kitchen island’s barstool. Park’s penthouse was ridiculously huge. He never got used to coming here. It felt like trying to make himself at home in a museum in some ways. But Brendon insisted.
Something sizzled in a pan. A saxophone played in the background. The lights were dim enough to lull him or seduce him to sleep or something else entirely…
The sting of Brendon…Dr. Park to everyone else…from earlier still throbbed against Dennis’ skin. The patient had been unconscious. Dennis had been trying to quietly instruct/warn Ogilve about Park. About the patient. And yet he’d still gotten eaten up by Park. He'd felt like a med student all over again when he’d stumbled, stating the obvious about the sutures to the Orthopedic Surgeon.
“I’m not blind.”
God. Dennis had felt incompetent. Like a newborn calf. It was his first day as a first year resident and Park made him feel like a bumbling undergrad. Dennis deserved it. He knew that. But still. He’d been feeling confident up to that point. Brendon’s casual appraisal had undone him like a bad suture.
“Take a shower and change.” Brendon approached Dennis like a shark cutting through the late night tide. Appearing suddenly and all at once, one hand going to his waist, the other plucking at his over-sized scrub top.
Dennis couldn’t help but glance down, embarrassed, at his hospital clothes. It was no different than every doctor wore. And Dennis WAS an actual doctor now. He fought the urge to tug at his clothes. He should have changed in the locker room. It was a rookie mistake bringing all these germs home.
God. Dennis almost choked on the word.
Home.
Brendon’s home.
His now, too. Since Brendon had invited him to live with him.
Dennis tried not to feel like a kid at kindergarten line up waiting for his parent to arrive. To choose him. To pick him. To make him feel wanted.
Brendon was over ten years older than him. Years of experience separated them. Surgical experience. Dennis felt that. Tried not to let it shake him. Even as it made his cock twitch. He’d always been a sucker for competence. And Dr. Park had that in spades.
Even now, in the dim light of the kitchen as Dennis set his bag down, he couldn’t shake that feeling.
“I’m making tortellini,” Brendon stated, pressing his lips to Dennis’ neck. Like he hadn’t stripped Dennis’ down to his fibers at work today, hadn’t left him bare and vulnerable in front of Ogilvie.
Dennis shivered under Park’s touch. The man towered over him. Dinner sizzled in the background, music played, and the penthouse pulsed liked a living vein.
Dennis wanted to be mad. Wanted to push Dr. Park - Brendon - away. To be annoyed.
You made me look incompetent in front of the med student, he wanted to accuse.
All he could do was bite back a moan as Brendon’s lips found his pulse point, nipping, teeth sharp and pointed. Maybe it was fatigue or just submission, but Dennis’ head tilted back.
“I’ll just be a minute,” Dennis muttered, hands trembling as they rested on Brendon’s broad chest.
Brendon nipped at his carotid, eyes dark and intense like churning water at sunset. “Be quick,” he instructed. “I’ve been thinking of you all day.”
Dennis tried not to keen. He was such a goner for this man.
