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The nurse looked at Eren skeptically, eyeing his baggy sweater and runny nose (courtesy of some spicy curry he’d just eaten).
“I feel awful.” Eren coughed. “I think it’s strep throat.”
The nurse didn’t even try to be discrete about rolling her eyes into the back of her head.
“You don’t even have a fever, Mr. Jaeger.”
Eren coughed harder, sniffed at his runny nose.
“I’m sick. I needa see a doctor.”
Clearly fed up, the nurse rose from her seat on the stool, finished writing down Eren’s vitals and stopped in the door.
“The doctor will be with you in a minute.” Her tone was flat and dead and she let the door slam as she left.
Of course, Eren knew ‘a minute’ would be much longer than that, given how long it always took the doctor to show up, but it’d be worth the wait. A year ago, Eren had come in for his regularly scheduled check-up and gotten a surprise his life insurance had failed to tell him about. His old doctor, Dr. Pixis, had finally gotten around to retiring, and the doctor that’d succeeded him was nothing short of a sex god. Since then, Eren had been coming up with all sorts of reasons to show up in the clinic, just to see him, and had once had the good fortune of running into him at the grocery store. But after an unfortunate bout of good health, Eren had needed to take the situation into his own hands.
The proceeding, customary two light knocks on the door jump-started Eren’s heart and the door opened without Eren’s prompting.
“Hello, Mr. Jaeger. How are we today?”
Looking at the doctor’s smile, Eren couldn’t help but reply, “Good,” before he caught himself. “Well, I mean. Not good. I’m sick. Not good,” he clarified. He was already screwing it up.
“Oh? Not good, I see. Well, it makes sense that you’d go to a doctor if you were feeling ‘not good’ today.”
Eren cursed the way the man smiled as he said it, little pleasantries he was always sure to include. Coming from a medical family with his dad as a doctor and his mother as a therapist, then seeing Dr. Smith, Eren refused to believe what they said when they said bedside manner was dead.
The doctor’s hum as he read over something on a clipboard redirected Eren’s attention.
“No fever, slight cough, and a runny nose? Is that all?” THe doctor looked at him from over the clipboard. Eren found himself nodding along, blowing his cover without realizing it. He was startled by the doctor’s responsive laughter.
“I’m afraid there’s not much I can do for you. If anything, you’ve got a virus. Going home and getting some rest should be all you need. I can get you a note if you’d like to take a day off work.”
“Oh, yeah,” Eren responded, deflated. He’d gotten so caught up in seeing the doctor that he’d forgotten why he’d even come in the first place. He watched the man’s hand move back and forth across the paper as he wrote something down while Eren tried to think of things to buy him more time. “What about stuff like home remedies? Anything you’d recommend?”
The doctor’s hand stopped moving for a second, lifted the pen off the paper and tapped it against his chin.
“Well, most home remedies don’t really work, but you know what they say. They’re always doing studies on what speeds up healing, and you could always take the old adage ‘laughter is the best medicine’ to heart. Maybe rent a funny movie or invite some friends over. Hot soup. Get a massage,” he shrugged.
Eren pat himself on the back for finding the perfect window of opportunity.
“How would getting a massage help?” Eren asked, feining innocence. He delighted in the way the doctor perked up to answer his question.
“Actually, a lot of studies have been done showing that physical contact can have a hugely positive effect on recovery time. That in mind, getting a massage is perfect. If nothing else, it’ll relax you.”
“Really?” Eren smiled. He was right on the verge of having too much fun; it would be almost too easy to get what he wanted from where the conversation was heading. “So, being touched by someone is good for you? What about something like sex?” He had to force down the sly grin threatening to take over his face. True to his schooling, however, the doctor barely flinched.
“Physical intimacy is indeed a good source of stress relief and physical contact. Though you run the risk of getting the other person sick.”
“I don’t think I’m contagious.” Eren hopped off the examination bed and staggered toward the doctor. “But what you’re saying is that sex would make me better?”
“Well, essentially, yes—”
“Then isn’t it your job as my doctor to make me better?”
Eren’s fingers wrapped around the doctor’s tie, tugged him down a little. He offered surprisingly little resistance, going with the pull of Eren’s hand. Eren pulled him close enough to feel his breath on his face, then stopped pulling.
“What do you say, Dr. Smith? Will you make me better?”
The doctor didn’t say anything for a moment, didn’t move from where his and Eren’s faces were so close. His eyes darted from meeting Eren’s, to examining Eren’s lips.
“… call me Erwin.”
Eren huffed a little laugh and took that as initiative to close the space between their faces. The doctor’s lips were a little worn, like he chewed on them whenever something at work stressed him out, but they were still soft and met Eren’s with enthusiasm. When Eren felt the doctor’s hands settle on his back, he pressed closer, driving himself between the man’s legs. The hands on his body tightened their grip and Eren grew fiercer, tugging on the lip he’d secured with his teeth, rolling his body into the other man’s until he provoked a gasp. Eren finally let go of the grip he had on the doctor’s tie and rubbed it into his crotch.
“My, my, doctor. You’re hard,” he teased. He kept his face close, their noses and foreheads still touching.
“And you’re not?” He countered. He moved down to kiss Eren’s neck, insisting, “Call me Erwin.”
Eren grinned. He hooked a finger in the waistband of Erwin’s pants, testing the name in his mind. Erwin’s hands pulled the hem of Eren’s shirt up over his head in one fluid motion before tossing it aside. Eren couldn’t help but whimper, his hands freezing in place, when Erwin’s fingers closed around a nipple. Erwin shushed him, but the sensation of hot breath in his ear only made the situation worse.
“You need to be quiet. Nurses are born with supernatural hearing.”
Eren bit his lip and nodded, shivering at the brush of Erwin’s hands across his torso as they skated down to undo his pants. He remembered what he’d been trying to do before Erwin’s hands had distracted him and undid the clasp to the man’s slacks, got a shaky hold of the zipper and tugged it down. He pushed his palm into the ridge where he’d pushed the slacks open and laughed to himself at the way the doctor’s breath paused when his hand made contact.
The pause was momentary, a hiccup in the rhythm and Erwin recovered from it quickly, scraping his teeth across the soft skin of Eren’s neck as he unbuttoned his jeans. He took the zipper down, hooked his fingers in the waistband of both the jeans and Eren’s boxers and took them down to his knees simultaneously. Erwin stepped back and raked his eyes over Eren’s exposed body, then stepped away and opened a cabinet above the sink. Eren straightened, hating to be left alone, and peered after him with annoyance.
He came back with a glove and a nondescript plastic bottle in hand.
“Up,” he barked at Eren, jerking his chin toward the examination bed.
Mindful of his pants around his knees, Eren backed up until he hit the bed and hoisted himself up, with Erwin’s impatient help nudging him along. He had to fight the gasp that bubbled up when Erwin’s mouth closed on his neck again. Trying to move things along, Eren kicked a shoe off and freed a leg from his pants. Erwin pulled away to smirk and put the glove on.
“What, afraid to touch me?” Eren challenged, watching him flex his fingers to fit the glove properly.
“I’m a doctor. Hygiene is critical. Lie back.” He spoke softly, squeezing the contents of the bottle onto his fingers.
“Is that the stuff you use for prostate exams?” Eren watched from where he’d lain back but propped himself up on his elbows. The doctor quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Do you have a better idea?”
Eren shook his head and opened his mouth to retort, but shut it immediately to keep himself from making a noise at the sudden intrusion of Erwin’s finger. Eren had to focus all of his energy on keeping himself quiet. With his knowledge of anatomy, the doctor found Erwin’s prostate instantly and kept his attention there. Eren couldn’t help his shivering, The addition of the second and then third fingers only made his job of keeping himself quiet harder. After what seemed like a tortuous amount of time, Erwin withdrew his hand, peeled the glove off and threw it away, then pulled out his wallet. He took a condom out of one of the pockets, tore it open and reached for himself, but Eren stole it from him before he got the chance to put it on.
“Let me,” he insisted.
He grabbed the waist of Erwin’s slacks and took them down over his hips, then did the same with his boxers, seeing his opportunity to get revenge for Erwin’s roundabout, torturous preparations. He wrapped his hand around Erwin’s cock and squeezed and stroked languidly, watching the doctor’s face for his reaction. He stared back with an amused but cautious expression, his eyes sliding shut with a sudden squeeze from Eren’s hand. Eren grinned wolfishly and set a slow rhythm with his hand, but added in bursts of surprising speed just to see Erwin jerk. He was panting by the time he grabbed Eren’s hand.
“If we take too long the nurses will get suspicious,” he huffed, no energy in his voice. “I still have other patients.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eren grumbled, enjoying his moment of power. He took the condom out of its wrapper and rolled it reluctantly over Erwin’s length.
Erwin looked at him, swallowed with anticipation, and smothered Eren in a forceful kiss. It took Eren a moment to breathe, mostly out of surprise, but partially out of the sheer force of the kiss. Erwin grabbed him by the hips and moved him to the edge of the examination bed where he was within reach. He broke the kiss only for a second, keeping his mouth close.
“I’m putting it in.” He sealed the warning with another kiss and Eren nodded into it. He caught his breath as he felt it go in, his fingers digging into Erwin’s back. They groaned in unison when Erwin’s hips met Eren’s ass and he bottomed out. Eren held tight for a moment and Erwin pulled away from the kiss to bury his nose in Eren’s shoulder. He kept still as he pressed his face into Eren’s neck and kissed his way up to Eren’s ear. “Can I move?”
Eren bit his lip and nodded, only to bite down harder when Erwin pulled back and pushed in again. He whimpered through his teeth and Erwin bit down softly on his ear, hushing him. He started a slow pace, but his hands were far better at finding Eren’s favorite spot, so when he’d hit it, it was always a shock. Eren let go of Erwin with one hand and curled it around himself to ease into it. Erwin chuckled when he noticed and picked up the pace until he’d carefully matched Eren’s hand. He’d also found a way to hit Eren’s prostate with more accuracy with each thrust, and that was all Eren needed to shiver and throw his head back, biting down on a moan.
His head hit the wall behind him with a seemingly deafening sound and the two froze in place, thinking themselves caught. After a few minutes when nothing happened, Erwin pressed a few soft kisses into the base of Eren’s jaw and murmured in his ear.
“Turn over. You won’t hit the wall that way.”
Erwin pulled out and Eren obliged. He had to stand on his toes to get high enough, his cock pinned to the paper-covered bed underneath him, but his discomfort dissipated when Erwin pushed in again, kissing at the back of his neck and working his hands over the smooth skin of Eren’s back. Eren was certain he’d bite through his lip if he had to keep himself quiet any longer, so he let out a few soft noises, for every time Erwin’s hips made contact. Erwin issued soft hushes in his ear and gripped Eren’s hip with a hand, but he changed his angle perfectly and it made it harder for Eren to stay quiet.
Despite it being more teasing than pleasing, Erwin’s work earlier had brought Eren too close and he felt his orgasm start to coil in the pit of his abdomen, his cheeks burning. Eren pushed his face into the bed.
“Sh-shit… Erwin, I’m com-I’m coming.” His body tensed up as he tumbled over the edge, warmth blossoming against his stomach where his cock was still pinned against him.
Erwin shushed him but kept thrusting through Eren’s orgasm until his own hit him and he finished with a few jerky thrusts. He let himself collapse on Eren’s back until he caught his breath and pulled out. Overstimulated, Eren whimpered softly when he did. Erwin slid off the condom, tied it shut, and pulled his pants back over his hips then zipped them up.
With some reluctance, Eren got up and started to redress himself, opting to ignore the slightly sticky patch on his stomach. Erwin tossed the condom onto the paper covering of the examination bed, then tore it near the roll and folded up the used sheet, throwing it away before unrolling a new sheet. Eren finished dressing and laughed at the man’s quick thinking. His laugh caught Erwin’s attention and he smiled sheepishly.
“Thank you, Erwin. My cold’s all gone now.”
Erwin grunted and strode over to the sink to wash his hands.
“Yeah, yeah. Next time, wait until I get home. No more showing up at work, okay?”
Eren laughed and hugged him from behind, victorious.
“Yes, doctor.”