The soft knock at the door drew Rocky from his contemplation of the man sleeping in his arms. He didn’t know why Doc slept pressed against him, the man’s head on Rocky’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around Rocky’s waist.

He wasn’t sure he cared and that confused Rocky. Like his friend, Zack, he’d been straight all of his life, mostly. There had been a couple of times when he’d indulged in the occasional hand job or blow job with another man but it was just sexual need, right?

Why did he feel the need to experience more with Doc than he ever did before? Rocky knew Doc for years. He never once saw Doc as anything other than a friend, albeit a close friend, but still a friend. Why was he suddenly thinking of him in terms of a lover? And why did the feel of Doc’s body pressed against his feel so damn good?

"Well, I see he’s finally given into his feelings for you."

            "What are you talking about?" Rocky asked as he looked over his shoulder at Zack.

"Oh, please, like you don’t know," Zack snorted. "Doc’s been in love with you for years."

Rocky wasn't sure how he felt about that, shocked mostly. He knew Doc was gay but he never realized he might be the object of Doc’s desires. It might change the situation in many ways.

"I thought you didn’t know he was gay?"

"I’m talking from experience when I tell you being gay has absolutely nothing to do with what one person might feel for another." Zack smirked. "And being gay isn’t half bad."

Rocky felt shock race through him at the smug look on Zack’s face. His eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline. "You let him fuck you." It was a statement, not a question. He could see the answer on Zack’s face and the careful way he walked.

Zack grinned. His face flamed red but he didn’t seem disappointed in the fact. "Yeah."

"How was it?" Rocky asked, intrigued. If Zack enjoyed sex with another man, would he?

"Well, just to give you an idea, I passed out from the intensity."

"No shit?" Rocky laughed.

"No shit." Zack grinned. "You might want to try it one of these days. I can promise you, it’s nothing like fucking a woman."

            Rocky talked with Zack a few more minutes then waited until the man left the room before turning back to the one sleeping in his arms. Doc felt right in his arms. Rock reached over and brushed a lock of sandy blond hair back from Doc’s face.

            The man was really handsome in a rugged, don’t-fuck-with-me sort of way. Doc sported a muscular, chiseled body. Rocky could see himself with a man like Doc, assuming he’d be with a man at all.

            "Doc," he said softly. Doc seemed to wiggle just a bit, snuggling his face further into Rocky’s chest. "Doc, wake up."

            Doc wiggled again, rubbing his face along Rocky’s naked chest. Rocky would be lying if he said movement didn’t feel good. It felt fucking fantastic. He wondered what it would feel like to have Doc’s hands on his body and not just his cheek.

            "Doc, Pete, wake up," Rocky said a little louder. He caressed the side of Doc’s face, tilting his head back. He wanted to see Doc's green eyes the moment he opened them. The way they fluttered, Rocky knew it would be just a moment until they did.

            "Rocky?" Doc asked, sleep making his voice sound sultry.

            "Hey."

            Doc blinked. Rocky didn’t think the man knew where he was. He leaned over and gently kissed Doc, licking along the line of his lips. Doc seemed to lie stunned for a brief moment then kissed him back, opening his lips to let Rocky inside.

            "Fuck, what are you doing, Rock?" Doc whispered against Rocky’s lips.

            Rocky chuckled and leaned back a fraction of an inch, his eyes moving up to look deep into Doc’s. "Kissing you. Want me to stop?"