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Shen's mouth missed his straw twice in a row, closing around nothing as the man stared, unable to look away from the unexpected and beautifully haunt in front of him. He could feel his internal temperature start to rise as he tried for a third time to take a sip of his coffee, his mouth finally closing around the straw. The man took a long sip while Frank continued to stretch absently, talking to Joy. Behind him, Shen heard a small crash, but didn't look over his shoulder.
Jesse gave a little "I'm fine" where he tripped on his way to throw something away, walking into a trash can and knocking it over, the greying man's attention firmly on Frank, who raised his arms above his head, giving a little stretch. Dennis did his best to bite back a whimper, his cheeks flushed and his gaze heated.
"Oh fuck me." Jack breathed out, blinking and licking his lips, Frank lowering his arms and shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, making Park give a low, heated growl.
Frank Langdon was a menace when dressed in scrubs; when dressed like this, he was a public health warning. His t-shirt was short and cropped, rising just above the navel when he moved his arms upwards, and his jeans sat low, exposing the V-lines of his hips. leaving nothing but skin and a broad trail of hair in between. His hair was unstyled, falling in soft waves and curls, and his nails were still painted pink from Dana's daughter painting them, asking to practice on Frank at dinner the night before, Dana collecting on her winnings of one of their bets by having Frank come to family dinner twice a month for the next three months.
Jame's protest in annoyance could be heard but fell on deaf ears, an unaffected Crus moving to stand in front of the med student, who tried to move to get a better look, only to find Crus moving with him.
"Frankie," Crus called out, already done with his shift, which technically hasn't started yet, "What are you wearing?"
"...Clothes?" Frank cocked his head, looking down at his body, before looking up.
"I'm talking about your shirt, man."
"Oh. Izzy forgot to check the t-shirt label when I was trying to teach her how to do laundry-"
Dana let out a tired sigh at her youngest daughter's name, giving a quiet "lord help us."
"And she shrank it. Accidentally put it on this morning, and honestly was too lazy to change it. Plus, I was running late for therapy this morning."
Dennis' voice sounded slightly strangled when he spoke, sharing a look with Park, his boyfriend, returning his sharp and hungry attention back to Frank. "So you've been running around all day like that?"
"Yeah....except for when Duke forced me to put on his sweatshirt, saying something about he's too old for this shit, or something like that."
Everyone had been shocked when Frank walked into the Pitt with Duke, the older man's arm slung over his shoulder as he limped back into an examination room for what was now a broken ankle. The pair had met at a meeting, Duke recognising Frank partly from the fourth, and partly from Robby's stories, something he did not tell the younger man. He had become a whole different kind of mentor for Frank in Robby's absence. Duke had even taken Frank on the back of his motorcycle, giving him a lecture on safety and how you should never fully trust the person driving the bike because accidents come out of nowhere, and how Duke wouldn't even trust Robby with Frank on the back of his bike.
"Who the fuck is Duke?" Park demanded, with a glare.
Shen's jaw tightened. "Duke? Old biker man Duke?"
"Uh huh...."
Jesse took a step forward, shoulders back and eyes narrowed, giving Frank a one over. "Duke? Robby's Duke? You went out with Duke, looking like that?"
Frank shrugged. "Yeah...have you seen the way he dresses? He doesn't care."
"He made you wear his sweatshirt," Jack growled.
Frank pulled a face. "Some guy tried to hit on me, and Duke told him the next time he's going to hit on someone, try not to do it in front of their dad, and then made me put on the sweatshirt saying he was too old for this shit."
Princess's laugh cut through the Pitt. "Two questions: has Robby seen you yet, and do you and Robby know you're going to get a shovel talk from hell?" She directed the last part to Jesse, who could only imagine his husband's reaction to Frank dressed like that, exposing the taut planes of his stomach, that distracting trail of hair, those hips.
He didn't have to imagine for long, Robby coming storming up to where the group was standing, frown thunderous, as he violently yanked off his sweatshirt and thrust it at Frank. "Now."