Page 9 of Simply Perfection
Trevor gave a shiver. “Please, I don’t think I could handle hearing about you guys’ bedroom gymnastics. A single homosexual’s brain can only take so much stimulation before we explode.”
Logan shook his head. “I’m not even going to touch that one. Now you heard the captain, get to work.”
Trevor saluted Logan, then turned and entered his lab to begin another workday.
Chapter Three
Later that night, Trevor sat in the hospital trying to figure out how the day had gone to hell in a handbasket. One minute he and Logan were joking about being abandoned in the building in the event of an emergency, and the next Logan’s entire world had imploded with Clay being shot at the courthouse. Trevor had recognized the signs of Logan slipping into a flashback the moment he saw Clay hit the ground on the live video feed projected onto the wall of the lab.
Trevor had tried talking to Logan, tried touching his friend to bring him out of the trance-like state, but nothing worked. Trevor knew Logan would need Dr. Lincoln after an episode like that, so he’d snagged Logan’s cell, stuck it up in front of Logan's face to unlock the screen, and searched for Dr. Lincoln’s phone number.
Moments later, the man himself had rushed through the stairwell door, and Trevor’s jaw hit the floor at the sight of the dark-haired Goliath with the deep voice and gentle arms. Had heknown just how studly the good doctor was, Trevor would have taken Logan up on his referral suggestion a long time ago.
Now Logan was back with Clay, and Trevor hung around the hospital for no other reason than he wanted to be near the doctor but was too afraid to approach him. Trevor snuck a peek through the flop of hair that had fallen over his eyes and caught his breath at the sight of Dr. Lincoln on the other side of the waiting room. He was stunning. Well over six feet tall and, as the saying went, built like a brick shithouse. Trevor wanted to strip the esteemed doctor naked and lick every ridge of muscle he knew the conservative dress shirt and slacks hid from view. As if Dr. Lincoln knew Trevor was thinking about him, his head turned, and Trevor quickly looked down at the magazine in his lap he’d been randomly flipping through. Trevor saw the tips of black dress shoes heading in his direction over the top edge of the glossy paper.
Oh crud, he’s coming over here. I am so screwed.
“Trevor?”
He tried to appear nonchalant as his head tilted back to meet dark green eyes. “Yes, Dr. Lincoln?”
“Please call me Matt. How would you like to get a cup of coffee with me? I doubt we’ll see Logan again tonight.”
Trevor chewed on the inside of his lip for a second to keep himself from jumping out of the chair and wrapping himself around Matt’s tree trunk of a body as if he were a lemur.
“Sure. Should we go down to the cafeteria?”
“I thought we could go to the Dunkin’ Donuts down the street. It’s open all night. I don’t know about you, but I could go for some fresh air.”
Trevor thought for a second. He did a mental map calculation on how to get home from the hospital and remembered that he could catch the orange line at the Mass Ave station then transfer to the red line at Oak Grove back to his Dorchesterneighborhood and walk home from there. He knew he’d promised Logan that morning he would stop walking home late at night, but these were extenuating circumstances. Logan needed to be with Clay in recovery, and he didn’t know any of Logan’s friends well enough to beg for a ride. He could call a cab, but he only had five dollars in his wallet and there was no ATM in sight.
Stop stalling and answer the man already!
"That sounds good. I think the scent of antiseptic has permanently seared my brain at this point."
Matt chuckled. “Yes, it is rather pungent tonight.” He stood and offered his hand to Trevor. “Shall we?”
When Trevor’s hand landed in Matt’s outstretched palm, he received a jolt similar to earlier that day when Logan had dazedly introduced them. Matt’s hand was warm. Maybe if they were naked, Trevor could suck up all of Matt’s glorious heat by osmosis. As they walked out the sliding doors of the hospital, Trevor shivered. The garage did nothing to buffer the chilly night air.
“Where’s your coat?” Matt asked.
“We ran out of the building so fast, I didn’t think to grab it.” He ran his hands up and down his arms. “I’ll be fine.”
They were still a few hundred feet away from where they’d left Matt’s car when the sound of an engine starting echoed in the near-empty concrete structure. Trevor noticed the motor apparently belonged to Matt’s vehicle and smiled.
“That’s a nifty trick.”
Matt nodded. “Gets the car warm quicker.”
Another chill racked Trevor’s body. “I’m all for that.” He looked up and smiled.
Matt unlocked the doors and reached inside the backseat. He placed a coat over Trevor’s shoulders. Trevor swam in the heavy black leather, but didn’t care because he was instantly warmerand the jacket carried Matt’s scent within the lining. “Thank you.”
Matt opened the passenger-side door for him, and Trevor slid inside the darkened interior. They made their way down Mass Ave to the coffeehouse. Trevor exited Matt’s car and dashed into the fluorescent beacon. The scent of coffee and donuts assailed him, and Trevor’s stomach growled. He realized lunchtime had been almost ten hours ago.
Matt placed his hand on Trevor’s shoulder. “I think that means we need to feed you,” he said light-heartedly.
Trevor smiled. “Apparently the natives are restless. You want a booth or table?”
