Hot lips covered his in a forceful kiss. A probing tongue darted inside, mapping his teeth and dueling with his own tongue. Pulling away, gasping for air, he threw his head back, exposing the sensitive skin of his neck to his attacker. The lips took the offered opportunity, licking and sucking gently down until they reached the cloth collar of his coat and the soft rubber of the stethoscope draped there. Luka groaned as the tongue danced along his skin. Hands left their resting place in his hair to rest briefly on his shoulders before pushing the white lab coat off and he shook it free of his arms. "Kiss me again." The lips left his neck to return to his. The intensity ratcheting up another notch as the hands came back to attack the buttons of his shirt. Thrusting the cloth back, the hands rested hotly on his chest, pinkie fingers lying on his nipples. Groaning in delight Luka pushed into the touch. In response, the hands lifted and fingers returned to pinch, twist and pull on the sensitive nubs which stiffened immediately. His own hands, buried in thick hair, wrenched the head from his lips, panting heavily. A chuckle drifted over him. "Wow, you're in a state today." "Please, please..." was all the coherency Luka had left. Another laugh and the head he was holding lowered. Those amazing lips latched firmly to one puckered rosy peak. A strangled grunt of pleasure escaped him. Hot, wet heat bathed his flesh, sending electric sparks down his spine to his groin. His cock stiffened in his pants until it pressed uncomfortably against the zipper. He thrust his hips forward, rubbing his erection against the body pinning him against the storage closet wall. "Yeah, look what we have here," was mumbled against his skin. A free hand suddenly stroked over the bulge and his hips surged into the touch. Luka was pressed back more firmly, which he was grateful for as just that one touch threatened to buckle his knees. The hand gave a brief squeeze before sliding up to the fastening of his pants. The button flicked and the zipper pulled with the ease of experience and practice. His boxer-covered cock surged out, newly freed, and he moaned. The wicked hand dragged up his cock just once before settling on his ribs. A sound suspiciously like a whine escaped, and that evil chuckle was heard again. The mouth left his chest tracing moist designs across the skin, avoiding the hanging stethoscope, up his neck to take his lips again. The hands resumed the torment of his nipples, his cock hanging cool, free and alone. Frantic, his hands roamed over the shoulders and neck of his tormenter, dragging down the chest to play with another set of nipples. He opened buttons and moved cloth, finding the rising nubs on the smooth male chest and pressing on them. The resulting groan echoed into his mouth and he redoubled his efforts, pulling gently and flicking the small raised tips. His cock brushed against a firm hip and the burn shot up his spine. Sliding his hands down the other's chest he gave the other cock a squeeze on the way by before gathering his own cock in a firm grip and thrusting twice into it. "Uh uh. None of that now." Firm hands caught his wrists in a strong grip and gently pulled. Reluctantly, Luka let go, hands flexing at his sides since he didn't know what else to do with them. His partner gave his wrists a push to keep them there and, with a "good", knelt to better address Luka's problem. A hand wrapped itself around his cock, pumping slowly. The cloth of his boxers slid over the head and he felt himself getting harder, precome beginning make a wet spot in the material. Another chuckle, "Well, we can't be having that. Can't have you finishing shift in wet shorts." Long slender fingers fished his cock though the opening and rubbed the weeping crown, playing with the oozing slit and smearing the liquid around. Luka stuffed the side of his hand into his mouth to muffle his sounds. Streaks of pleasure racing out to weaken his knees and blow his mind further, as the hand gripped his cock and slowly pumped. He slapped his other hand over the first as his weeping shaft was sucked deep into a hot, wet mouth, the devilish tongue tracing patterns on the underside. Luka's hips rocked forward and back trying to get deeper into that amazing sensation. He muffled another shriek as his balls were cupped and massaged. It went on forever and not nearly long enough. Dimly he registered hands moving to his hips, pulling his drooping slacks down to pool around his ankles and he widened his stance as much as the cloth allowed. An eternity later the fingers were back, covered in something cool and slippery, dancing over the puckered entrance to his body. Luka moved his hands enough to moan again, "please..." Gasping and panting, fiery pleasure dancing through him, that was all he could manage for coherency. One finger, then two slid within him, he groaned and thrust down on them, nerves shrieking in delight. Twisting, scissoring, and stretching, the fingers igniting more fires in him, he drifted, thrusting gently at the tongue lapping his cock tip. More lube, more exploration, a finger brushing over his prostate shot lightning through his vision. Then he was being turned, Luka automatically raised his hands to brace on the wall in front of him, bent slightly at the waist. It seemed another eternity that he hung there, but it was probably only moments. Then the smooth, slippery, blunt feel of another cock pushed against him. Luka sighed, relaxed and pushed back into the firm body behind him; the covered cock sinking smoothly into his depths. They held there for a long moment just feeling before his hips started to twitch and he moaned one late muffled please. Skilled hands stroked down his back to settle on his hips, grasped firming and held him still for that first real thrust. Sighing with relief, Luka bent his head, raised his ass and leaned into the pounding. Setting a smooth rhythm, the long cock traveled deep within him and almost all the way out, dragging fire that fried his system. Choked gasps and pants were all he could make until the angle changed and the wide head rubbed across his gland. A keening noise escaped him and his partner grunted in satisfaction. Pounding from that angle again and again, Luka wasn't going to last long. Shoving back into the strokes, garbled words dribbled out to show how good it was, how close he was. One hand left his hip and gripped his drooling cock hard. One good pull with a ruthless twist and he stiffened, cream spurting out to coat the wall and the hand, a strangled shriek accompanying it. He could feel himself rippling around the cock inside, could feel the other thrust deep one last time and hold, the solid chest shuddering against his back, deep panting and one long moan breathed into his ear. They rested together a long moment, before the softened cock withdrew. Using a convenient medical waste disposal container, he pitched the condom and handed Luka a couple of wipes to clean up with. "Thank you. That was magnificent." A brilliant smile followed that. "As usual. And thank you too!" He leaned in for a brief parting kiss, just a brush of lips. "Till next time then?" Luka nodded. A final straightening of their clothes and the closet door was unlocked. Stepping out into the bright lights of the mostly deserted hall, they moved casually toward the elevators. "Dr. Kovac! Dr. Carter! There you are. Weaver and Romano were looking for you, separately of course." Carter shrugged, "See ya later Luka." With a vague wave he turned to follow Abby down the hall. ~End~