Everyone's Man – 3

 

"So how was your night?" Bill asked after soundly kissing Marc.

 

"Same old, same old." Marc stripped off his scrubs, tossing them in the direction of the laundry basket. After pulling on a pair of sweats, he headed to the kitchen to see what he could throw together to eat.

 

Bill trailed after him, leaning on the doorjamb. "That bad, huh?"

 

Marc shrugged. "Sometimes you have to wonder about people. There was a kid tonight—well not a kid, really, though he could pass for eighteen or nineteen if he wanted to. He walked in alone, his shirt covered in blood. Someone cut him and he passed it off as if it were nothing."

 

"Street kid? Random attack?"

 

"No, I don't think so. He was too well-dressed to be living on the streets and although he wouldn't say so, I got the impression he knew the person who cut him."

 

Bill frowned. "A friend, or a girlfriend?"

 

"If so, then the lover's male." Marc finished making his sandwich and leaned back against the counter to eat.

 

"Ahh, no wonder you're interested. Cute, huh?"

 

Marc rolled his eyes. "No, Bill, I'm not interested in the way you're implying." This was a constant with his partner, the whole jealousy thing. "Besides, he as much as said he won't be back for a follow-up."

 

"Okay. So what other drama was there tonight?"

 

"You're such a ghoul when it comes to blood and gore, I swear," Marc told him with a laugh before feeding his partner's interest in the goings-on in the emergency room.

 

Much later, after their physical needs were well sated, Marc watched as Bill got ready for work. "Meeting today?" he asked, noting his partner was wearing a suit and tie.

 

"Yes. The head honcho is coming in to check up on his little peons." Bill snorted in derision.

 

"That should be fun. Not. You can bellyache all you want to tonight when you get home. I traded shifts with Alan so I could get some decent sleep."

 

"Poor baby." Bill came over to sit on the edge of the bed. "Since you're free, how about we go out for a change?"

 

Marc thought about that. It had been a while since they'd had any real time together. On the other hand, if they went to a club he'd spend all his time not looking at the men, for fear Bill would blow up. There were times he wondered if this whole relationship thing was really worth it. Sure the sex was good, and safe, but the rest of it took its toll.

 

With a huff, Bill stood up again. "Well if you don't want to…"

 

Marc reached for his hand. "I think it's a great idea. Sorry, I'm just exhausted right now."

 

"I know. I shouldn't be so touchy." Bill bent to kiss him. "I'll see you tonight."