I'm dreaming. I must be. I fell asleep in the break room, and this is all just a fantasy. This doesn't happen in real life, not to me.

There was no sense of threat in the way Goodman was crowding in on him. It seemed more like he was simply offering Dylan what he obviously knew he wanted. Dylan kept his eyes averted, feeling unsure about just unmasking his wants and desires before the man.

“It's okay, Dylan.” He hadn't known if the man even knew his name. He did...and that tiny little fact filled him with excitement. “You don't have to hide from me.” He dipped his head a little closer, touching his lips to the corner of Dylan's mouth. “We're the same.”

Within Dylan's fantasies, Colin Goodman was one hundred percent gay...but he'd had no idea the man was gay in reality. This is too good to be true...it can't be for real. The doctor dragged his lips across Dylan's mouth in a light, teasing kiss. That sure as shit felt real! Real enough to send a shot of adrenaline straight to his crotch and pull a moaning whimper up his throat.

“Like that?” Goodman whispered. “Want more?”

Dylan's head was spinning, but he managed a slight nod. “Uh...huh.”

“Me too.” The kiss that followed the first possessed more substance, the man's mouth pushing more firmly against Dylan's, massaging his lips, delivering one of those epic movie kisses that no one ever seems to experience in real life.

“Mmmm...” Dylan moaned, the ache in his crotch spreading out through his body. His hands were on Goodman's waist before he knew he had released the sink and pulled the man more firmly against him. The doctor didn't resist and pressed his own hard crotch against Dylan, slowly moving his hips in small circles, rubbing, massaging. “Fuck...” Dylan gasped softly when the man broke their kiss and his mouth found Dylan’s throat.

“My thoughts exactly.” Goodman groaned against his heated skin, then returned to their kiss, exploring Dylan's mouth with his probing tongue.

A tremor rushed through Dylan as his hands slowly rubbed up Goodman's back beneath his open shirt. His breath caught and went static when the man's hands glided down over his ass, lower to grip the back of his thighs just below his ass cheeks and slid him up on the edge of the sink. He pushed his hips between Dylan's thighs, grinding the younger man's swollen crotch with his hard cock, pressing against his pants.

A fierce whimper crawled up Dylan's throat as the man moved against him with a slight rocking motion. Oh god, stop the torture and just fuck me already!

Goodman gently pulled his tongue from Dylan's mouth, letting its slick, soft surface slide across Dylan's lower lip before licking up the underside and across to his upper lip.

“Please...” Dylan shuddered, eyes heavy, half closed, fingertips digging into Goodman's back muscles.

“Soon.” The doctor's breath was quick, ragged, and hot against Dylan's mouth. “I want all the time in the world...” he kissed Dylan's mouth then licked across his lips again. “...to fuck you to my heart's desire.”

Electric shocks snapped through Dylan's body, prickling his scalp, and causing his toes to curl a bit, and swelling his cock to maximum proportion. The man stepped back then, and, for a moment, Dylan clung to him but finally withdrew his hands with visible reluctance. “When?” was the only coherent thought in his fevered mind.

“Meet me outside at the entrance, after your shift,” he said low. His hand slid into Dylan's crotch and rubbed him slowly, his fingers working individually to massage the young man's cock through his thin pants.

“Mmp!” Dylan bit his lip, his face pinching, eyes squeezing. A sudden, sharp breath sucked in, skittering down his throat. He clutched the edge of the sink.

Goodman's lips brushed his ear as the man leaned in close, his wonderfully hot breath puffing into Dylan's hair. “I can't wait to suck your cock, Dylan...a man as beautiful as you must taste so fucking sweet.”

Oh fuck, baby, I can't wait to feel your mouth on my cock.

The words locked deep in his tight throat, but his whimpers and moans were evidence enough, he was sure, that the man heard him loud and clear.

His free hand sliding up the side of Dylan's neck, Goodman short-circuited a little more of Dylan's brain with another cock-hardening kiss. “I'll be waiting out front,” he panted. “Don't stand me up.”

Trembling, Dylan shook his head slowly, statically. “I... won’t.”

The doctor smiled and released a soft groan of sexual agony that told Dylan he couldn't wait to truly be alone with him...with no fear of being caught or interrupted. His hand withdrew from Dylan's crotch, and he buttoned his shirt then tucked it into the waistband of his pants and picked up his coat. His fevered eyes took one last drink of Dylan as he walked to the door. “I'll be waiting, baby.”

Baby. Hearing that word on Colin Goodman's lips caused a funny tickling sensation in Dylan's stomach that crawled up into his chest and settled unexpectedly close to his heart. “I'll be there.”

The man flashed a sinfully sexy smile and exited the bathroom.

A hard breath suddenly burst from Dylan, and he slid off the sink, his knees buckling slightly, nearly dropping him to the floor. But he caught himself and straightened up slowly. He rubbed a shaky hand over his face as he turned and stared at his reflection. “That didn't just fucking happen,” he whispered in shock and awe.

When the door abruptly opened, he jumped and spun around. Zoe stood before him, gripping the door handle, a smug smile on her face. “And just what were you and Dr. Hawt Pants doing in here for so long with the door closed?” She cocked an eyebrow. “Hmm? I want details. Like – lots of them.”

Dylan shook his head but couldn't keep the grin off his face. “You're a twisted chic, you know that?”

“Oh, come on,” she whined when he gave up no details. “You know I was supposed to be born a gay man...but some wires got crossed and now I have to live vicariously through you.” She punched his arm when he moved past her. “Gimme – I need! I need!”

Dylan laughed and rubbed his arm. That hits like a girl expression had no merit whatsoever when it came to Zoe Mansfield.