The midnight air chilled his bones but was no match for the heat coursing through Colin's body. Despite the intense cold, his cock remained hard, throbbing, at the memory of pressing up tight against Dylan's body – and the young man's raging erection pushing back.

Tugging a hand from his pocket, Colin rubbed it over his chilled mouth and glanced at the glass entrance doors to the hospital. He checked his watch then stuffed his hand back into the warmth of his pocket, shifting his feet a bit against the bite in the air.

“Come on, man,” he muttered. “Hurry up. I need some heat.”

He changed his mind. Or decided he doesn't like how you kiss after all. Colin chuckled at his own thoughts; thirty-one years old and as nervous and anxious as a teenage girl waiting for her cute date.

About time real uncertainty began to settle in, the glass doors slid open, and Dylan emerged, slipping into a jacket. A chilled breeze played with his short, light brown hair and Colin suffered a bit of envy, his fingers longing to be the ones sifting through those soft locks.

“Sorry,” Dylan mumbled. “I got held up.”

“No worries,” Colin assured. “You'll just have to work harder to heat me back up.” He smiled and rubbed his lip together, glancing over Dylan's body. It was darker out here and he couldn't see the evidence, but he was certain if he slid his hand into Dylan's crotch, he would find it nicely thick and hard.

Dylan nodded, then flashed a shy smile. “I'll do my best.”

Chuckling softly, Colin motioned towards the parking area. “My car's over here. Shall we?”

As they approached, Colin pressed the button to unlock the car then opened the passenger door and held it as Dylan slid into the front seat.

“This is nice,” Dylan murmured, glancing around the interior of the car as Colin climbed in behind the wheel.

“Thanks.” Colin smiled and started the car. The engine turned over smoothly, silently. He pressed a button, kicking on the heater. “Damn, it's cold tonight.” Dylan simply nodded. Colin leaned back in his seat a moment as the vehicle idled and the car filled up with a comfortable warmth. “You might want to take off your jacket. It'll get too warm for a coat here in a minute.”

Nodding again, Dylan slid the jacket off and laid it in the back seat. The guy seemed nervous, but he had shown up, so it was clearly a good nervous. Though Colin couldn't help but wonder just what, exactly, Dylan wanted from him. A one-time roll in the sheets? An illicit, ongoing sexual affair? Or something more? He could just ask, rather than wonder...but he realized he didn't want to know. If the guy gave the wrong answer, it could sour this night.

Colin knew what he himself wanted – and he hoped to get all of it tonight.

……………………….

Dylan released a slow, anxious breath. This was the very scene that started all his fantasies, and now that it was happening, he was nervous as fuck. He struggled to control his breathing and found it difficult to meet the doctor's eyes, though he didn't know why.

You do know why. Afraid of what he would – or rather wouldn't – see there? His fantasies of Colin Goodman hadn't been simple erotic sex scenes played out in his mind. There had been so much more. He had made Colin out to be a Romeo type, romantic as well as sexual, taking his time to sweep Dylan off his feet before laying him down. And though the man had proved to be damn sensual and highly sexual...Dylan forced himself to face the reality that the Colin of his fantasies likely didn't exist in the real world. The man wanted to fuck him, that was a given. Dylan wanted it too. But how sweet it would have been if there was more to it than just the sex. If he were honest, his fantasies consisted of as much caressing and kissing as it did the actual sex.

Fantasies are called fantasies because they're not real...just what we wish we could twist reality into. Take what he gives you and then move on.

“You okay?” Fingertips touched the back of his head, sliding through his short hair, causing Dylan to jump a little, startled.

“Yeah.” Dylan rasped then cleared his throat and smiled nervously. “Yeah. I'm good.”

Colin's mouth twitched. “I've no doubt.” He leaned over and kissed Dylan, long, lingering, his tongue wrapping slowly, sensually around Dylan's. Oh fuck, what that tongue could do to my cock. The thought was in and out before Dylan could catch it. He shuddered with sweet anticipation and moaned low. Colin drew back just enough to break the kiss but where their lips were still touching. His warm breath puffed into Dylan's mouth. “Where do you want to do this?” he panted softly. “A hotel? Right here in the car? Your choice.”

An unexpected twinge of disappointment burrowed into Dylan's heart. Why did you think he would take you to his home? You're not his boyfriend – or even his date. You're just a happenstance fuck.

His lips pressed tight as he fought the sting in his eyes, thankful it was dark inside the car. “It doesn't matter,” he whispered, praying the disappointment didn't resonate in his voice. All of a sudden, he just wanted it over with.