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Jesus, that got to him, hearing Simon talk to him that way. He was so different than Trevor in a lot of ways. He wasn’t much of a dirty talker. That was something they needed to work on.

Trevor ground his crotch against Simon’s erection. There was no way he wouldn’t spend the day doing exactly what Simon said, but he also wasn’t above having a little fun with Simon, either. “Only if you tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

He could practically see Simon stumble over his thoughts. He hadn’t expected Trevor to say that. Good.

“I’m listening, doc.” He kissed Simon’s Adam’s apple.

“That tongue of yours...I want to feel it. You said you’d start on my dick, but I want...I want it at my hole. Want your face between my cheeks.” Simon tilted his head backward, giving Trevor better access to his throat.

“What else?”

“I want you to lick me until I can’t stand it. Use your fingers on me too. I love that, your fingers and tongue inside me.”

“Mmm...” He was so close to getting off just listening to Simon talk to him as he kissed Simon and rubbed their bodies together.

“When I’m close to coming,” Simon continued. They were both moving now, thrusting against one another. “I’ll call you off. You’ll roll me over and suck my cock deep, just in time for me to shoot down your throat.”

It was then that Trevor’s cock jerked. Come pulsed from the slit, pooling between their bodies. Beneath him, Simon shuddered, groaned, and came with Trevor’s name on his lips.

As much as he wanted to lie there and never get up again, Trevor shoved out of bed, pulling Simon with him. “What are we waiting for? Get your ass up. We’re going to do everything you just said.”

***

Happiness wasn’t something Simon really thought about most of his life. He didn’t have time for it, not really. He had responsibilities and goals, and to him, those equaled happiness. How could he be happy if he didn’t have the things he wanted? What he’d wanted had been his career, more than a person or love so he’d always seen himself as happy.

And maybe he had been in some ways, but as he sat behind the steering wheel, driving to Golden Gate Park, he realized he hadn’t had a clue.

Not really.

He was excited. He felt...light. Simon wasn’t really sure exactly what the change was. Maybe it had been seeing Heather accept Trevor, or being back in the city. The possibility of what this surgery could give him, seeing his old colleagues, or maybe a combination of all of that.

All he knew was that he’d felt like shit when he’d hurt Trevor at dinner, but he’d felt better after they spoke in the room last night. When the hospital called early this morning about a problem with some equipment and stating that they had to postpone the surgery a day, he should have felt frustrated, but he didn’t. Simon felt possibility.

Yesterday hadn’t gone how he’d hoped it would, and he wanted to make up for that. He just wanted to try and relax...with Trevor. When did he ever let himself truly relax? Even when he wasn’t working, his mind was always going, always on his hand and his career.

It would be back there tomorrow. He had no doubt about that. This was his chance, his shot to get that part of his life back. But today, he had some living to do, too, and he wanted to do it with the man beside him. The man who made him...happy.

“Have you ever been to Golden Gate Park?” Simon asked Trevor when they pulled into the parking garage. There were probably better things he could have taken Trevor to do today, but he also just wanted to hang out. Being here made that possible.

“Nope. I used to only come to San Francisco to buy better drugs, and to hit up better clubs. All I did here was party.” He had a tinge of regret in his voice.

Simon reached over and squeezed Trevor’s leg. “Not anymore.”

“Nope. Not anymore.” Trevor rolled his chip around in his hand before shoving it into his pocket. It was security a to him, Simon realized. He’d considered asking to see it numerous times but hadn’t, and Trevor never offered.

“What are we going to do first?” Trevor asked as they made their way out of the garage.

Simon knew what he wanted to do, and knew it was slightly ridiculous at the same time.

“You look unsure about something. What are you embarrassed about?” Trevor nudged him.

“You’ll have to remember how my mind works.” He was stalling. He couldn’t believe he was really stalling.

“Spit it out, doc. You’re acting like a child.”

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