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The sound of skin slapping together echoes throughout the room. Dennis smells of alcohol, sweat, and sex, with dim lighting illuminating his skin and the heat between them palpable.

Park bites Whitaker's neck and shoulder, the new young doctor moans as he feels the thrusts again and again. It was the reason they were here, a party, glances, smiles, and touches. The Shark opened his mouth and the mouse happily went inside.

"B-Brendon..." The thrust increases, Park grabs his legs and opens them to have more space, while licking the young doctor's curls and neck, grabbing his throat so he can see himself in the motel mirror.

Ring-ring.

Whitaker's eyes opened, and he noticed the nightstand with open condoms, Robby's number lighting up the screen. Park doesn't stop, continuing to thrust his cock into Dennis's tight hole, while pinching his pink nipples and playing with them, He was getting closer and closer, feeling his red cock drop pre-cum. He grabbed Whitaker's hips harder to push more deep, but it didn't work when the young doctor suddenly stood up from his lap.

"What— the hell are you doing?!" Park felt his next orgasm disappear; what had been hard now became soft. The young doctor took his phone, seeing Robby's messages.

"I—I need to go," Dennis said, grabbing his pants as he scrolled through the missed calls. "I'm so sorry, really, but my chief needs me, he's—"

"Robinavitch? At 2 am?" He laughed. "I never thought you were one of those ass-kissers with your bosses."

His eyes widened. "What?— No! Of course not! He just needs me right now—"

"Don't bother." Park stood up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from his pants and lit it, the smoke filling the place quickly.

"...I can come later." Whitaker said with a guilty voice when he saw the angry look and soft cock of Park.

"Fucking Christ..." He grabbed Dennis's jacket and threw it towards him, with a force that made the other man flinch. "Go on, go and suck your boss' dick, stupid boy."

Whitaker opened his mouth, wanting to talk to him, but his cell phone rang again, so he put on his jacket, grabbed his wallet to then leave.

I'm not blind." Park told Dennis when he saw the patient's half-leg after being called.

Dennis remained silent, staring at the man with his tired eyes, like a mouse in a shark cage. They never spoke again after that incident, the tension inevitable in the room. Park was wearing that good cologne which he used that same night.

Whitaker's hands closed in his gloves, watching the big man examine the other part of the leg.

"Replantation is a go. I'll book an OR." He said after examining the leg, putting it down and slowly taking off his blue gloves. "Irrigate the hell out of this with three liters."

"Three listers?"

"Of saline, genius."

Dennis almost gasped in despair, seeing the man disappearing from the room with a anger look, but he had to hold it in. He couldn't blame him; he put him to the climax that night until he abruptly pulled away and left him there.

"I knew he meant saline." Dennis tried to defend himself. That was the first strike.

The second was when the blood from the exposed fracture splattered all over his face as Park came to check the partially severed arm. The nurses quickly created suction and put more anesthesia. Whitaker continued to keep the injured arm stabilized, his eyes closed until Park stopped in front of him, making the farmer boy at a side. "I'll take him now." He told Robby that was behind Whitaker, watching as the patient was quickly taken away for surgery.

"What, boy? Don't you like getting splashed in the face anymore?" Although it was a joke, his face was serious, taking off his gloves and throwing them in the trash while watching Dennis clean his face.

"What does he mean?" Robby asked.

"It's nothing." Dennis took off his disposable gown and left the room, going to the bathrooms to clean up the mess on his face.

And the third one arrived that same day. The young doctor left the hospital, answering a call, his tiny clothes now a light blue tone because they ran out of men's clothing. Robby had told him to set boundaries between people, especially to Mrs. Miller.

"Amy— please, don't cry, I will explain to you later, okay?" Whitaker tried to explain, but he didn't thought Amy would cry on the other end of the line. He leaned against the hospital wall, one hand on his cell phone while the other covered his other ear to hear more clearly what she was saying. "No! I will not- I won't leave you alone!—"

"You always do." The rough voice of the man who humiliated all day sounded behind him. Dennis turned around and saw him there, standing with a cigarette in his hands as if he hadn't seen all the cigarette cases. Shark's eyes travelled to Whitaker's body, blowing some smoke, thinking about the color blue made him pale, but It highlighted his eyes.

"I will call you later, okay, Amy? I'll be with you after I leave the ER. Just wait until I explain." Amy agreed after a while, Whitaker sighed and turned to look at Park. "What was all that?" He asked, a little angry.

"What? I was just telling the truth." He blew the smoke on Whitaker's face, who raised his hand to wipe it away. "Who was it? Another person you left in the middle of sex?"

Dennis's eyes widened, feeling guilty about that night. "All this because of that night? Is that's why you were humiliating me in front of Robby all day? Because you're still angry!"

"Hey! You're lucky I'm still talking to you. Are you so worried about Robby? Why don't you go to him and suck your boss's dick so he'll defend you?"

"Don't talk to him like that!—" Whitaker raised his voice, before calming down, his two hands on his face. "I apologized to you that night, and even the next day and the days after that. But you never answered me, you pretended I didn't exist, and you never let me explain..." He finally saw Park. "So why now?... Why are you all angry with me now?!"

Park punched him against the wall, a hand on his shoulder and the other throwing the cigarette on the ground. "Because I see how he looks at you, I see how he talks to you, how he touches you, and every day I think more and more that you left me for Robinavitch, you left me, who had you! And every time I see you smile with him, I want to take that away from you and fuck you with all my strength so you remember who you were with first, before he called you! So, yeah, Whitaker, I'm angry now because I fell for you!"

Silence.

The two remained silent, gazing into each other's eyes; words evaporated into the air and shoot as hard as a thousand arrows.

"He had a panic attack..." Dennis suddenly said, still looking at him with his tired mouse eyes.

"What—"

"Robby had a panic attack... I shouldn't have told you this, Robby doesn't want people to worry about, but— that's why I have to leave. I didn't want to, believe me..."

Shit.

Park felt like shit after almost telling Robby to go to hell, and get angry with Whitaker about it. "I didn't know." Finally pulled away from him, placing a hand on the back of his neck, while clenching his jaw.

Dennis pressed his lips together, lowering his head, before taking a step closer and leaving a kiss in Park's lips.

"You—" Park stopped his words by returning the kiss, grabbing the young boy's curly hair and pressing together even more. Their tongues dance between kisses, fighting for control but with an inevitable winner. The taste of nicotine and mint in Park's mouth.

"Whitaker."

The two men separated, Park cursed himself, turned and face Robby with both hands in his pockets.

"Robinavitch." The chief of ER didn't respond.

"If you're done wasting time on personal matters, then you'd better go back inside. The patient's blood test results arrived." He sounded serious, even though of the smile on his face, and the shake with his head with a soft laugh.

"Robby... I- I'll be there, I'm so sorry." Dennis apologized, walking away from Park and going back into the hospital.

The other two men stood still.

Park took out another cigarette and lit it. "He's a good doctor." He blows the smoke once again.

"Don't smoke around Whitaker. He hates it... And I don't want you to distract him again." Robby said, now with a serious face, turning to face the entrance.

"I think he loves it."

"Well, fuck you!"

The door closed, Robby losing his sense of reason, out of control, and leaving Shark behind.

I think Dennis loves being distracted by me.

Hiii. My first fic, I hope you will like it and make a second part!