The first thing was the feeling, sudden and strong and so unexpected that it stopped him dead in his tracks. The image came next, when his mind caught up with his sight and he understood what his body had reacted to. A tall man. Dark hair curling delicately around his face. Strong features, not pretty, no, but handsome and very unique in their way. Piercing, light eyes, turned thankfully away from him and rather blisteringly on a banana. Hands buried in a long dark coat, and boredom etched on the very line of his body, turned sideways to John. That silhouette struck a chord at the very base of John’s core, as if he had known it forever, intimately, and was just seeing it again after a long absence. The wave of feeling that overtook the good doctor was so strong that he could feel his hands shaking, his legs go weak.

The question was; was he physically attracted because he was in love with him, or was he in love him because he was physically attracted?

He was still slick and loose from when John had teased him open with careful fingers and fucked him like he was the most precious thing in his world -he had gone with John, one of three in over thirty years.“As I said, I do not take just anyone into my bed. And I do not take anyone at all when I want another.”