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After Whitaker walked out of the room, he headed to the restroom, finally getting a minute to himself to think. His embarrassing moment with Park “the shark” was too much. Especially since his rudeness just came off like a typical surgeon, which he is but… he knows it’s because he’s been ignoring him.
Trinity had dragged him to a bar last month after she and Garcia had decided they were going to keep things casual and be open to seeing others. He had gone out with her, and she’d gotten them both drinks before disappearing already dancing into the night. And that's when Whitaker noticed said man Brendon eyeing him.
Whitaker had never seen him at the hospital before, and he’s been working there a while. How the hell was he supposed to know that making out with some guy at the bar meant he’d ever see him again?
Just a week later, Whitaker saw the men he’d made out with walk into the ER room wearing scrubs as Dr. Robby greeted him and introduced him to everyone in the room.
Orthopedic surgeon Dr. Park more known as Park “The Shark”.
Dennis felt his stomach fall out of his ass.
Thankfully, Park acted normal and barely acknowledged him. But he did seek him out at the end of his shift, and Whitaker had spent the entire day turning it over in his head. How they should just keep things professional and act like they don't know each other, and just forget that night ever happened.
So when Whitaker had run into him again later, thankfully in private, that’s exactly what he told him. Possibly without letting him get a word in. That they should just forget about it.
But ever since then, Park had started coming down to the ER more often. And he’d kind of been a nightmare to him.
Whitaker didn’t think that he would take it the wrong way, or that he’d be hurt from it. He just assumed that was what Park would have wanted too. He didn't even know if Park was openly gay at the hospital.
Hell, Whitaker barely is himself.
Half the staff still think he’s with the widow and her baby.
He sighs, rubbing his face.
He feels like, maybe, he should try to seek Park out and actually talk to him and get this settled. At the very least get him to stop acting like he hates his guts.
Whitaker continues his shift, trying to keep his mind off everything, but it’s not easy. Trinity has been in a mood, which isn't unusual but she's been grumpy and taking it out on everyone more than usual.
He’s usually pretty good at ignoring it. But today she’s really leaning into it, and Langdon's coming back is not exactly helping. He watches as she slams her charts down on the counter and finally decides he’s had enough.
He stops her as she's about to pass and takes her out to the stairwell.
“What?” She asks him
He tells her to get her head straight and to stop mopping around, it's annoying. She would have gotten so mad at him if they weren't still at work. He tells her to get through the shift and talk to Garcia after. She gives him eyes like she's gonna strangle him but they thankfully are called back in by Dana.
Whitaker exhales quietly.
He knows this all applies to himself as well.
“Just finish this shift.”
By the end of the day he’s fucking exhausted.
And Trinity says she's gonna have to stay a bit longer to catch up on her charts. He tells her okay and that he thinks he’s gonna go see if he can find Dr. Park before he leaves.
Trinity gives him a teasing look.
He rolls his eyes. “I just want us to be good. I need him to stop hating me.”
Trinity shakes her head.
“Good luck, huckleberry.”
He snorts. He would tell her goodluck too with Garcia but he doesn't even want to get her started. Better to keep his mouth shut.
So he heads up to go to the surgery floor, making his way to the locker room just to see if Park is in there or about to leave. Whitaker scans his badge and pushes the door open.
Luckily or unluckily, Park is the only one there. The moment he steps inside, Park looks up. He doesn't say anything at first. His expression tightening slightly before settling into a glare. Whitaker suddenly feels a lot less confident about this now.
Park leans back against the lockers, arms crossed.
“What do you want, Whitaker.”
Whitaker shifts his weight a little. “I just… wanted to talk.”
“About?” He asks sharply.
“About why you seem to hate my guts.”
Park actually lets out a short laugh.
“You serious right now?”
Whitaker frowns, “Yeah.”
Park pushes off the locker and steps a little closer.
“You told me to forget anything ever happened, and then you spent the last month acting like I had the plague.”
Whitaker opens his mouth, then closes it again.
“That wasn’t..”
Park cuts him off.
“You dragged me into a hallway just to say we should pretend we never kissed.”
Whitaker winces slightly.
“I didn’t mean it like that.”
Park tilts his head. “Exactly how did you mean it then.”
Whitaker sighs, rubbing his face.
“I panicked, okay?”
Park watches him.
“I didn’t know you worked here. I didn’t know if you were out. I didn’t want to make things weird.”
Park studies him for a second.
“You already made it weird.”
Whitaker groans quietly. “Yeah. I figured that out.”
There’s a small pause, then Park says.
“You could’ve just talked to me.”
Whitaker shrugs awkwardly.
“Clearly I’m not great at that.”
Park huffs a quiet laugh, the tension eases just a little. Then Park grabs his bag.
“You done apologizing?”
Whitaker blinks.
“…I mean, yeah?”
Park jerks his head toward the door.
“Come on.”
Whitaker frowns. “Where?”
Park looks at him. “We can grab a drink.”
Park starts walking toward the door.
“You came all the way up here to fix it.”
He glances over his shoulder.
“So let’s fix it.”
Whitaker stares at him for a second. Then follows.
Park takes him to his car in the parking garage. Whitaker is taken aback by how nice his car is, of course it is. This man has had his nice salary for years at this point. Whitaker can barely afford his place along with all his debt at the moment.
Brendon. He had learned his name that night at the bar.
Brendon unlocks the car and opens the passenger door for him. Whitaker is already more nervous at this point. Park goes around to get in and drives them out into the city.
Whitaker feels stupid as he realizes he just threw a jacket on over his work clothes, while Park had completely changed his. Now that he has time to think, he glances at what the man is wearing, and he looks good in it. He looks a bit more like how Whitaker saw him that night at the bar. A plain black jacket and jeans that look good on him.
Whitaker looks straight ahead, trying not to get caught gawking at the men over ten years older than him that he’s already made out with before.
He has always liked older men. And the hard muscles that can't be hidden don't help any less.
Whitaker has felt those muscles before.
He felt them up as Brendon held his hips up against the concrete wall while they made out in the alley.
Whitaker shakes his head, trying not to get a boner right here and now.
He checks his phone and decides to text Trinity that he’ll be home late, he’s getting drinks with “you know who.”
She reacted to his message immediately with an exclamation mark.
Park finds a spot along the street, and they get out and head into a bar restaurant. Whitaker is nervous at first, but after they order something to eat, Brendon actually starts asking him questions. Whitaker has no choice but to open up and start talking about himself.
And the night goes so well.
Brendon tells him why he chose surgery. Whitaker gets to explain why the hell he chose to stay in the ED. By the end of the night, Whitaker doesn't want to say goodbye to him. So he invites him back to his place.
Brendon accepts.
It seemed like a good idea until they had actually arrived. Whitaker suddenly feels embarrassed about showing him where he lives. He’s also assuming Trinity is home and has no idea how she’ll react or….he doesn't know.
It’s not like trinity doesn't bring people over all the time.
Right. Yes.
Whitaker leads him up to his and Trinity's apartment.
Before Whitaker is about to open the door, Brendon pulls him, spinning him around and landing their lips together hard. Brendon’s hand comes up to cup his face. Whitaker brings his arms up to wrap around his neck.
Whitaker is pushed back against his apartment door as they both deepen the kiss. Brendon leads it, slipping his tongue into Whitaker's mouth. He opens up easily without a fight.
They kiss until both of them need to breathe.
When they finally pull back, Whitaker pants against his neck. Brendon smirks as he takes him in.
“Let's go in,” Brendon tells him.
Whitaker nods, pulling himself away from Brendon and turning to open the door.
When he walks in, he calls for Trinity, but there’s no answer. As he sets his bag down on a chair, he sees her bag and keys sitting there so he knows she’s home. He also notices a pair of shoes that aren't hers, or his.
So Garcia is here.
Right after that realization, a woman's moan echoes down the hall where their rooms are.
He grimaces.
He turns to Brendon. “Would it be a turn off to hear two women having sex? Let alone your coworker Garcia,” Whitaker informs him.
Brendon laughs.
“Damn. And you have to hear them all night?”
Whitaker nods. “Yes, sadly, I’ve gotten used to wearing headphones,” he says.
Brendon grins, very much like his nickname suggests, showing off his big, sharp, handsome teeth.
He pulls Whitaker in by his hips. Whitaker looks up at him.
“Then maybe if we’re louder, we won't be able to hear them,” Brendon says in his deep voice.
Whitaker's whole neck goes red.
Brendon captures his mouth again, and before he knows what's really happening, he’s being pushed back toward the hallway. They can still hear the moans but neither of them care.
Whitaker drags him into his room before slamming the door. Brendon pushes him back onto the bed, only parting from the kiss long enough to climb over him.
Whitaker brought his hands up to hold Brandon’s face as they kissed deeply, tongues mixing. Brendon's hands then pushed up Whitaker’s shirt, pulling back to take it off him. He tossed the shirt somewhere onto the floor before slotting their lips together again.
His hands roamed up Whitaker’s chest, fingers stopping to tease at both of his nipples. Whitaker couldn't help a high pitched moan that slipped out as Brendon played with them. Whitaker then brought his own hands down to the bottom of Brendon’s shirt, tugging at it to give him the hint to pull back and take it off.
They both started grabbing at their clothes, pushing their pants off. Whitaker watched as Brendon's hands went to unbutton and unzip his jeans.
Brendon stepped off the bed and grabbed onto Whitaker's pants, helping him pull them completely off. Brendon came back up, hooking his fingers into Whitaker's underwear as well. He stopped first to look at Whitaker, his eyes asking for permission.
Whitaker nodded.
Brendon slid them down his legs, pulling them off.
Whitaker lay naked on the bed for him, sprawled out as he looked up into Brendon’s eyes, trying to understand what he was thinking. Brendon looked at him like he was something special.
Then Brendon hurriedly pushed down his own pants, quickly getting naked as well before climbing back over him.
Whitaker felt their cocks rub against each other immediately.
Brendon settled between Whitaker's legs and took both of them in hand, stroking their dicks together. Whitaker moaned, his mouth falling open, and Brendon captured his mouth again.
Neither of them could help rutting against each other.
Eventually Brendon pulled back, Whitaker whining at the loss of stimulation.
Brendon kissed down his neck and chest, his lips capturing one nipple, sucking and tonguing it before moving on to the other. He went further down before taking Whitaker into his hand.
Whitaker moaned, unable to stop himself from looking down and watching him. Brendon didn't tease as he took him all the way down into his mouth. Whitaker choked on a moan as he felt his mouth around him. Brendon moved his head up and down while Whitaker’s hands came down to grip his hair.
His head kept wanting to fall back, but watching him was such a sight that it only made everything better.
Whitaker felt embarrassed that he was already so close to coming. He had to push Brendon’s head away or he was going to finish already.
Brendon pulled off without a fight.
He grinned as he continued slowly stroking him with his hand.
“Where’s the lube?” Brendon asked.
Whitaker swallowed. “In the drawer.”
Brendon reached over, pulling it open and easily finding the bottle.
He sat back on his knees, opening it, ready to pour some out. Before he could, Whitaker pulled his hands down, asking if he wanted it in return, Whitaker finally getting to grab his dick too.
Brendon hummed as Whitaker gripped him, looking down at him.
“If you want to, I’m not too gentle, sweetheart” He warned.
Whitaker nodded. He was quite big, a good few more inches than himself.
Brendon grinned and scooted back to lay down on the bed. Whitaker moved to settle between his legs, his face next to his dick. Whitaker took hold of him, stroking slowly at first. Brendon watched him from above.
Whitaker leaned in, licking up the side, pressing his tongue along the veins. Then he wrapped his lips around the tip, sucking lightly.
Brendon groaned, watching him.
Whitaker pushed further down, taking about half of him into his mouth. He bobbed his head slowly at first, then started picking up the pace.
Whitaker was confused as to why Brendon hadn't grabbed his head yet. He said he was rough.
Whitaker looked up at him as he moved, making sure to hold his gaze before pushing further down his throat.
That did it.
Brendon groaned out loud, his hands coming down to grip into Whitaker’s hair.
Whitaker kept going, pushing further, almost gagging now. He pushed down too much he gagged and had to pull back, coughing but he felt Brendon's fingers tighten in his hair, keeping him there.
Whitaker looked up at him. Brendon’s head was thrown back against the bed, face contorted in pleasure. Whitaker felt himself twitch at the sight. Whitaker let spit fall onto his tip before going back down again. His left hand came up to press over Brendon’s hand in his hair, letting him know he wanted him to push.
Brendon understood after a second, pushing his head down slightly.
Whitaker nodded as they made eye contact.
“Fuck… tap if you want me to stop,” Brendon said, voice low, before giving in to what he wanted.
He pushed Whitaker's head down in one firm motion.
Whitaker went down, eyes widening as he instantly gagged, trying to pull off, but Brendon kept him there.
“That's it, baby. Open your throat”
Whitaker could feel tears running down his face.
Brendon let him up.
Whitaker gasped for air.
“You okay?” Brendon asked.
Whitaker coughed, nodding.
He took a second to catch his breath before going right back down, wanting more, trying to relax his throat.
“Fuck” Brendon cursed, gripping him again and holding him down.
Brendon kept his hand in his hair as he started thrusting up into his mouth.
Whitaker felt tears fall as he tried his hardest to relax and take him, letting him move how he wanted.
Brendon pushed deep, almost all of him disappearing down Whitaker’s throat.
Whitaker managed to hold out, but Brendon had to pull him off before he finished down his throat.
“Fuck baby.. so good for me” Brendon said, softer now, brushing his fingers over Whitaker’s forehead and hair.
Whitaker smiled, flushed, loving the praise. He’d never been used like that before. And it was intoxicating, leaving him feeling warm and a little fuzzy.
The next thing he knew, he was back on his back, Brendon between his legs again, the lube in his hand.
“Ready?” Brendon asked.
Whitaker nodded, a little too quickly.
Brendon grinned and leaned down to kiss him again.
He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, spreading some on Whitaker's hole first. Whitaker felt a shiver run through his whole body. Whitaker pulled him down by the shoulders, wanting to kiss him again. Brendon leaned in as he pressed his first finger in.
Whitaker moaned, pushing back against it.
They kissed as Brendon stretched him out, working him up slowly.
Whitaker was a mess, begging for more.
Once Brendon deemed he was ready, he sat back, lining himself up. He held Whitaker's thighs up as he pushed in, watching Whitaker's face contort as he took him in.
He leaned down, settling between Whitaker's thighs, guiding him to wrap his legs around his back.
Once he was fully inside, he pulled back out and slammed back in.
Whitaker let out a punched out moan.
Brendon grinned at how tight and hot he felt around him. He pulled Whitaker closer and began a fast, deep pace, pounding into the smaller men.
Whitaker could only lay there and take it.
It didn't take long for Brendon to find the right spot, Whitaker moaning loudly, his nails dragging down Brendon’s back as he felt his weight on top of him, those arms caging him down.
Whitaker couldn't help but moan Brendon’s name.
Brendon only pounded harder at the sound, encouraging him to keep making those pretty noises, telling him to let them hear who was making him feel good.
Whitaker shut his eyes, basking in the way Brendon was making his body feel. It was nothing but heat and pleasure running up and down his spine.
The hand that had been gripping Brendon's muscles moved down to touch himself, but he whined as his wrist was quickly grabbed and pushed back to the bed.
“Uh-uh, baby. You're gonna be a good boy and come from my cock only,” Brendon said.
Whitaker whined, forced to just lay back and take it.
Brendon slowed for a moment, pulling Whitaker's legs higher over his shoulders, folding him in half, before continuing his thrusts, making Whitaker feel even fuller.
Whitaker could feel himself getting close.
“I’m..fuck..I’m close,” Whitaker whined, needing just a bit more.
He begged so prettily.
Brendon’s pace stuttered as he cursed under his breath, getting faster before finally losing it. He let out a loud moan as he finished in him.
The feeling sent Whitaker right over with him.
Brendon kept moving even after, pushing in and out as both of them shook from overstimulation.
Eventually, Brendon stayed on top of him, pressing a kiss to his neck before carefully shifting off so he wouldn't crush him.
Whitaker moved with him, settling against his chest.
They stayed quiet for a moment, catching their breath as Brendon's hand traced slowly over his back.
“What about this?” Brendon asked.
Whitaker hummed asking what he meant.
Brendon looked down at him. “Do you want to forget about this?”
Whitaker smiled softly, “Not if you don't want to.”
Brendon shook his head. “No. I don't"
Whitaker hesitated for a second. “Well I also don't want to just be casual tho”
Brendon was quiet for a moment, then nodded slightly. “I could try that.”
Whitaker smiled, relaxing against him as the exhaustion finally caught up, his eyes drifting shut.
In the morning, they got dressed, and Whitaker found himself smiling shyly at him, like they were really doing the whole morning after thing.
Brendon had said he’d stay for breakfast.
Whitaker watched him just taking him in. This man who had agreed to start dating him. He really did find him attractive, their age difference obvious, but Whitaker liked his more mature look and sharp features.
When they finally stepped out of the room, there was only a second of awkward silence….before all four of them ended up eating breakfast together. Trinity being the first to break the silence.
“Sooo…”