Hot Rod

Foley removed a pair of rubber gloves and tossed them into the trash as he left a patient’s room.
“He’s in there.”
“Hmm?” Foley woke out of his daydream to see Serena, gesturing to the lounge.
“Rod. He’s in there. Go.” She nudged Foley towards the room.
As Serena scurried off in the opposite direction, Foley hesitated. He’d spent some time thinking about Rod, wondering if this was worth pursuing. Sexually, yes. But emotionally? Intellectually?
Foley was battling with his own demons and imagined a no strings attached sexual encounter or a man who was more stable than he was to anchor him down. Not someone who was out of prison for a crime he didn’t commit. Or at least that was Rod’s story. Foley knew better than that. There were always two sides to every tale.
Dating a hunky FBI agent would have been acceptable. Not an ex-agent with manslaughter on his rap sheet.
Just as he made the decision to not go into the lounge, Rod stepped out into the corridor. They met eyes.
Foley’s body reacted before his mind caught up. Instantly aroused he smiled at the handsome man. “Hey, sailor. Come here often?” Was this their private joke now?
Rod chuckled. “Twice daily. That sounds an awful lot like a prescription.”
Foley walked nearer inspecting Rod’s details as he did. There was no question Rod Reynolds was attractive. And though Foley didn’t rely on gut instincts, his told him Rod was a good man, despite his past.
“How was the day job?”
Rod held out his hands. “Rough.”
Foley cupped Rod’s hands from underneath to take a closer look. “You should have worn gloves.”
“I did.”
Making contact with Rod suddenly changed Foley’s mind. Screw the emotional baggage. Imagine this man in your bed. What a fuck that would be. Christ, I’d give my eye teeth to make love to you.
“Do you want me to take care of them for you?” Foley used his thumbs to caress Rod’s skin. The moment Rod’s dark bedroom eyes made a connection to his, Foley was hard in his slacks.
“Yes.” Rod licked his lips, but it wasn’t in a sexual way, just casually. It still distracted Foley to the point of insanity.
Trying to get his brain to function when all the blood in his body had gone to his pants, Foley kept hold of one of Rod’s hands and led him to a vacant examination room, closing the door behind him. “Have a seat.”
Rod turned to look behind him and propped himself up on the paper-covered table.
Foley opened a few drawers trying to keep his focus. “Are you working today?”
“Yes.” Rod chuckled as if that was a silly question.
“Then I don’t think these will last long.” Foley used an antibiotic wipe on the open blisters, cleaning them before he covered them. “I suppose it’s worth a try.”
“Am I?”
Foley stopped what he was doing and stared at Rod. “What do you think?”
“I think I’m too fucked up for anything. And the idea of being a burden on you kills me.”
Foley’s chest tightened at Rod’s obvious pain. He dropped the medical wipe and grabbed Rod with both hands on his face, drawing him to his mouth.
At first Foley felt Rod tense up, recoil, but when their lips met it was pure heat.
Closing his eyes, Foley opened his mouth, hoping to be allowed in Rod’s. When Rod released his tight jaw, Foley gently touched the tip of Rod’s tongue with his own. Rod’s whimpering moan sent chills all over Foley’s body.
As if set free from a leash, Rod dug his hands behind Foley’s head and sucked at his mouth and tongue with wild abandon. Foley pressed his legs against Rod’s and Rod opened his knees and forced Foley between them.
The second they met groins, both men groaned a deep mournful sound. Foley realized they were echoing each other’s yearning and it lit the fire in him to an inferno. The grinding they were doing, rigid cock to cock, was making Foley forget where and who he was. After a twelve hour shift, he was already feeling lightheaded. This kissing bout was nothing short of surreal.