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Dangerous Liaison

... all clear. David opening the door for the other doctor and ushering him through first. "Goodbye, Mr Franklin. Take care now."

"Thank you, Dr Armstrong."

So goddamn proper.

Then, as the door closed, David shot me look so full of longing and regret that it doubled me over as effectively as if he had punched me in the stomach.

Jesus, fuck. He felt it too.

A week later I was still struggling.

I had friends, colleagues, a busy schedule and the Paris competition that I was preparing for. Also still judging on the UK circuit that hadn't stopped for its late summer break yet.

I had barely had time to do my laundry, so how the hell did I have time to feel so lonely?

Miserable, sad, and needy. Though not my usual needy, I wanted a hug more than anything. I trudged up my stairs after another long day.

Maybe I could squeeze in a week to go to the States before the Paris thing started? Go see my best friend. I was already booked the week following the first round in Paris, but he always helped me put things in perspective, and was probably the only person I would trust enough to tell.

I was so distracted, I nearly stood on the man sitting with his back against my door.

"Jesus Christ!" I jumped back in shock.

David stood slowly, looking at me warily. He looked exhausted. He looked wonderful.

"Tell me to leave," he almost begged.

I unlocked the door and opened it wide. "Why don't you come in?"

He walked in slowly, I could see he was shaking.

I ...

... dumped my bag and touched his shoulder lightly.

David spun and an instant later I was pressed against the wall and his lips were on mine. Finally.

Our teeth clacked together and I sucked his tongue into my mouth. Moaning as he stole my breath, before shifting so he was against the wall and I took control of the kiss, grinding against his arousal and grabbing everything I could reach.

We didn't even stop kissing as we freed and started stroking each other. Our lips still locked as we both came and gasped into each other's mouths as cum sprayed over our hands and clothing.

Eventually I pulled back and looked down at the mess we had created. David still leaning on the door. "I hope you brought a change of clothes," I suggested and grinned as he shook his head and started to laugh.

Half an hour later, we had showered and I loaned David some sweats, having chucked his clothes in the wash. He wasn't that much bigger than me, so my stuff fit him okay. Certainly well enough for hanging around my apartment.

Having set the machine going, I joined David on the couch. Ignoring his uncertain frown and crawling right into his lap. Linking my arms around his neck and starting to kiss him again. Gently this time. It was a miracle our lips weren't bleeding.

"Should I apologize?" he asked.

"Don't you fucking dare."

"I missed you so much. How can I miss someone I hardly know?"

"I missed you too," I admitted. "I've been feeling so lonely." I sighed with contentment ...