Hey mates, this one is for _touchtoomuch  , ka-boomhauer  and for everyone else out there.

One rainy evening, it was already quite dark outside, Malcolm Young was on his way home from work. Malcolm was a surgeon. A fairly young one and has been allowed to perform surgeries on his own for a year. He had his own team at the hospital. His best friend, Cliff, was his main assistant and his little brother, Angus, was a hospital apprentice who actually wanted to be a nurse. Malcolm switched off his car's engine and yawned. Damn, he was really tired. He hadn't been home for a week because of all the surgeries he had to perform. He had slept on a bunk in the hospital and hadn't eaten much. His boyfriend Bon was waiting for him at home. The two had met at university. Malcolm had studied medicine, Bon marketing. So the younger of the two locked his car and went through the front door of the apartment block before stumbling up to the third floor. He fiddled with his key a bit before he managed to unlock the door. It was pretty quiet and dark in the apartment. No wonder, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Malcolm threw his coat over the sofa and undressed before heading into the bedroom. He was just so tired he didn't feel like taking a shower or anything. As he entered the bedroom, he found Bon lying on the bed reading a book. Malcolm smiled as the amateur singer looked up at him.

"Mally! Mal! You're home again!" He cried excitedly, jumping up to wrap his arms around his skinny boyfriend. "You should have told me you were coming home today. I would have cooked you something." He babbled. Malcolm chuckled and tilted his head back a little to get a better look at Bon since he was a lot smaller than the other one.

"It's okay." He murmured and kissed Bon gently. "I'm just so tired. Can we...just go to sleep?" He asked softly. Bon nodded, giggling, and led his boyfriend to the bed. God, he was so glad to see him again. The younger flopped down on the bed and sighed contentedly. Bon giggled as he lay down next to him and gently pulled him into his arms.

"How was work?" He asked while stroking Malcolm's side and caressing his neck. Malcolm hummed softly at the affection he hadn't felt in so long.

"Exhausting." He said quietly. "But nobody died. Everyone made it through." Bon smiled and kissed Malcolm's ear.

"You're the best surgeon there is, after all." Malcolm chuckled softly.

"Do not say that. Everyone can make a mistake." Bon rolled his eyes.

"Accept the compliment, darling."

"OK. Thanks." Malcolm turned and kissed Bon before burying his head in the crook of Bon's neck and pulling him against him. Bon giggled and closed his eyes too.

"I love you. I missed you. It was so boring without you. Phil came by and even slept here, but it was still so boring." Bon said, waiting for an answer, but sighed softly when he saw that Malcolm had fallen asleep. It was almost always like that. They rarely saw each other and when Malcolm was home he was so tired that most of the time he just slept. Bon mumbled something before kissing Malcolm's neck and closing his eyes again.

*

The next day, Bon got up around noon and giggled to find that his friend was still sound asleep. So Bon went to the market and bought groceries, cleaned up the apartment and also met Cliff briefly. When he got home it was 5pm and Malcolm was still in bed. Bon laughed as he started to cook spaghetti with Bolognese. After half an hour he heard a rumble and Malcolm came out of the bedroom. The younger of the two wore only an oversized white t-shirt that obviously belonged to Bon and green boxer shorts. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, his shoulder length hair sticking up untidy. He walked barefoot through the kitchen. Bon giggled and watched him.

"Slept well?" He teased. Malcolm yawned again and dropped into his place at the kitchen table. He groaned and tilted his head back.

"I'm still tired." He wailed. Bon giggled.

"You slept all day."

"I know." Malcolm grumbled a little and drank his juice that Bon had already prepared on the table. The table was already set and the singer was just waiting for the noodles in the pot to be ready. "I'm hungry." Malcolm said quietly, looking at him sadly. Bon giggled as his boyfriend looked like a little kid and played with the fork sadly.

"The meal will be ready soon, don't worry." And as promised, it wasn't long before they were both sitting and eating with a full plate. Bon watched in amazement as Malcolm shoved down the mountain of noodles. The younger one had never eaten so quickly. And especially never that much. Most of the time, Bon had the bigger portion. Malcolm got up to put more on his plate when he was done, but stopped mid-movement when he noticed Bon watching him. His cheeks turned fiery red and he looked down into the pot in embarrassment before putting his plate on the sink and closing the pot again. "Hey. Why don't you put more on your plate if you're still hungry?" Bon asked, puzzled.

"I want but...it's embarrassing." Malcolm mumbled.

"What's embarrassing?"

"That I eat so much. You're a lot taller than me and don't eat as much." Bon looked at him for a while. He knew that Malcolm always felt like he was overweight and needed to lose weight, but he guessed that this really was something else.

"Malcolm, you are smaller than me. But you haven't had a warm meal all week. And I put a lot of effort into cooking. So please eat something if you're hungry." Bon stood up and filled the plate with noodles before pouring sauce on it. He placed the plate in front of his boyfriend and gently lifted his chin. "I love you, okay? And if you're hungry, eat some more." Malcolm chuckled weakly as Bon kissed him and sat back down to eat his own food. The younger one timidly began to twist the long noodles on his fork. Soon they both finished eating and just sat facing each other. "You look stressed, Mal." Bon said suddenly.

"Yes." The younger one mumbled. "The week was very exhausting." Bon got up slowly and started kissing him. What was gentle at first soon became too needy and boisterous. God, he needed Malcolm so much. They shoved each other into their bedroom, both excited to make love since it had been so long. Malcolm panted like a puppy as he lay on the bed and Bon undressed him. Slowly, very sinfully, he took off his boyfriend's underpants and shirt, just like he did with himself. Only there he didn't take that much time. Malcolm whimpered and spread his legs so Bon could lie between them. Bon hummed as he lay between Malcolm's legs and on his chest, kissing him deeply and needily. They were affectionate, but mostly just excited and boisterous. "I love you." Malcolm moaned softly as Bon sucked the hickey on his neck. "I missed you so much. God, I've been longing for you." Bon groaned as he pictured his boyfriend at work thinking of him.

"Same with me. I missed you too." Bon whimpered and kissed him again. They were already rocking back and forth, but the older one wasn't inside Malcolm yet. He was still teasing him.

"Stop teasing me. Plug it in. I want to feel you." Malcolm moaned and reached down to take Bon's cock in his hand. He gently stroked the swollen glans with his thumb, from which precum was already coming out. Bon moaned softly as he lowered his head to look at it. Malcolm's hairy legs wrapped around his body and his manly hand wrapped around his cock, white precum running down his length and down Malcolm's hand. Bon was shaking in Malcolm's arms and lay completely on top of him while panting against Malcolm's neck. "I love you." Malcolm whispered in his ear, stroking Bon's calf with his foot. They stared into each other's eyes. Green met gray and they loved it. They loved each other's eyes. They loved each other's bodies. No, it wasn't two bodies. It was one. Their souls belonged together. They were one. Bon moaned as Malcolm pulled him tighter against him and pulled the swollen tip of his cock back a little, making Malcolm whimper. He gently teased Malcolm's rim, sliding in and out with just an inch. At this point, Malcolm was a mess beneath him. Tears ran down his cheeks, he was so desperate. He whimpered and screamed and his nails dug marks in Bon's back, which only made the singer grin. But just as he was stuck all the way into his boyfriend with a firm push, the phone rang. Bon sighed in resignation and pushed the phone off the bedside table, but Malcolm held out his hand for it.

"No." Bon growled and wanted to pull Malcolm's hand back, but the younger one gave him a slightly angry look. Bon's hips rocked firmly into him. Malcolm threw his head back and groaned. Bon grinned.

"Bon! I have to answer the phone! It could be important!" Malcolm reached out and picked up the phone before putting the receiver to his ear. Bon watched him for a while before sighing and pulling away from Malcolm. Suddenly he wasn't excited at all. Malcolm gave a short groan and looked at him in shock before sitting on the edge of the bed. Bon watched his boyfriend's naked body. "Yes...Yes...I'm coming, yes." Malcolm said, shocked. He hung up the phone and quickly walked across the room to get dressed.

"Where are you going?" Bon asked quietly as Malcolm tried to storm out of the room. He sat naked and slumped on the bed and looked at him sadly. Malcolm turned and looked at him.

"I have to get back to work immediately. They need me. A girl just got admitted."

"And she's more important than me?" Bon asked quietly. "Your patients are more important than me?" Malcolm sat down next to him and pulled him tightly into his arms.

"No, Bonny. God. You are the most important thing in the world to me."

"Then why are you leaving?" Bon whimpered. Malcolm swallowed.

"Bonny. I am a surgeon. My job is to save people." He smiled weakly at Bon. "The girl was raped very badly and will not make it if I don't go to work. She's going to die. And she's only 14." Bon had tears in his eyes.

"I thought you loved me." He whispered.

"I love you, Bon. I love you. But I have to save this little girl. I'll come back after that, okay? I promise it. But...she's going to die, Bon." Bon sighed, trying to hold back his tears.

"Go." He said softly.

"Bonny..."

"Go!" Bon yelled angrily. Malcolm winced, staring at him for a while before walking out of the apartment.

Continuation follows...