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The small clinic was dark inside when Ellis stepped up to the double wooden doors. The building was a comfortable shade of red with its tightly packed cinderblocks and large, shuttered windows. He shivered faintly in the midnight air, pulling his thick denim jacket closer to his body and ducking his chin to hide underneath the cap of his blue hat. 

His right arm was out of the sleeve, curled closely to his torso, and he kept it covered as best he could. This wasn't the first injury he'd experienced and it wouldn't be the last - between Keith's tendency to drag him into wild stunts, and his own tendency to... 

... well, for someone who worked on cars for a living, he was awfully accident-prone around the workshop. It was common enough to have a wrench drop on his foot or have a car hood close on a finger, and he rarely went a day without a few healing bruises or cuts. 

It wasn't usually a huge deal, but this time, he'd found the raw edge of a strip of metal with his forearm while reaching into the engine cavity of a Chevy. The vehicle had been in a bit of an accident, and something in the chassis must've broken inward, because hell if he'd expected the sudden burning pain as he'd pulled his arm right along the sharp steel. 

He wasn't sure if it needed stitches or not, but he did know it was bleeding too much to ignore - so he tightly wrapped a clean towel around his forearm and managed to drive, one-handed, the couple minutes to the tiny clinic nestled in the far outskirts of Savannah. 

Peeking carefully in through the glass, Ellis couldn't really see anything through the shutters. He bobbed his head as best he could, and with a little effort, he managed to make out the faintest glow of light, like a door was half-open and a light was softly on. 

Ignoring the wooden 'CLOSED' sign dangling a few inches from his head, the Georgian exhaled heavily in a bit of a bashful shiver and rapped his knuckles on the glass, trying to do so as respectfully but firmly as he could. 

He stood in silence, anxious. He felt guilty for showing up after hours, particularly for what might be a small injury that he could've taken care of himself. Ellis was always taking Keith to this clinic every time he got hurt - sure, it wasn't a full hospital, but it was close by and cheap. 

Even more than that, with how often they ended up needing him, it was nice to have a private practice doctor that was familiar with them. There was a special value in someone who could look at Keith, a gator bite to his shoulder and hacking up buckets of swamp water, and not totally freeze up in bewilderment before treating him. 

Plus, he always seemed to be at the clinic. It didn't even matter that the plaque set up on the sidewalk listed a closing time - whenever they called, he was just... there. Which, of course, was mostly why Ellis was even risking showing up at the door when it must've been almost two in the morning. 

Ellis straightened up when he swore he heard movement inside. He still couldn't see through the shutters, but he could discern the flicker of light as a shadow passed in front of them. 

Sucking in a breath carefully, Ellis took a half-step back as the door unlocked with a click. He blinked as the leftmost door opened up a little cautiously, gaze averted and his expression distinctly crinkled with apology. He didn't wait to voice it, huddling a bit over his hidden, injured arm: 

"'M real sorry tuh bother yuh so late, Dr. S."

Dr. Nicolas Soretto cocked up a brow in a mixture of amusement and confusion from where he stood, half-leaned out, in the doorway. He'd clearly slipped his white lab coat back on just a few seconds before, as he was still straightening it over his shoulders. It was sprawled open on his body, revealing the entirety of the neat blue dress shirt and the white slacks he had on underneath. 

He'd have looked a little more professional had he had his tie on, but his neck was bare, the button of his collar undone. Faint stubble and the slightest signs of dark circles underneath his eyes was an intoxicating mix of unkempt and... right. The very subtle disarray seemed to fit him better than the prim state Ellis usually saw him in. 

Ellis' state, however, was likely very familiar to the doctor. 

The light drifting in from the waiting room was very faint, just enough to illuminate the younger man. Ellis tried to keep his face drawn in a hesitant look out from underneath his cap. He was always the one with his head ducked, apologetic, while Keith was still complaining loudly about being dragged out of his stunt before he'd finished. 

Maintaining his grip on the door handle, Nick let a subtle sigh slip free from his throat as he offered a smile. Sharp green eyes checked behind Ellis before he actually spoke, maybe verifying that he was alone, other hand adjusting the reading glasses he'd just clipped onto his coat's breast pocket. "Well, it's not the first time. I've said before I don't mind - I'm just sitting around." 

Ellis nodded appreciatively, apology still written over his expression. Dr. Soretto always had a certain way of holding just the smallest amount of a sigh in his voice whenever they showed up, like he was always a little miffed. He never said no, though. It was something Ellis really liked about him. 

The fact that saying yes was his job did not really register. 

"I don't see Mr. Nelson with you. Did something happen? I thought I'd actually convinced him to take it easy for a bit this time." 

The younger man chuckled with a bit of embarrassment, squeezing onto his jacket with the hand clutching it. "Oh.. naw, naw, his mama's still got him tied down tuh his bed... I mean not really, but you know.. Keith shouldn't get intuh no trouble fer a while." 

The older man gave a small sigh, lifting a hand to run fingers through his carefully slicked hair. Flashing a small smirk that seemed a bit tired, Nick responded, "I'm going to just enjoy that for a moment. He deserves his own exam room for how often he's here." 

A little bit of dryness crept into his tone, only to be stifled with a gentle clear of his throat. Ellis couldn't help a grin, liking the casual moment that tricked the doctor into letting out the not-so-professional sarcasm. 

Re-focusing, Nick straightened slightly, letting one arm cross over his chest. "But - anyway. What's up tonight, Mr. Walker? Your turn?" 

Ellis' face flushed just a little bit, and he wasn't sure if it was the direct question or the 'Mr.' It was only fair, since he certainly didn't call the doctor 'Nicolas,' but it always felt a little weird to go by something other than just his first name. 

"Oah, umh.. I kinda done hurt muhself." 

Unsurprised, Dr. Soretto gave the smallest of sighs and stepped back. He held the door open, gesturing Ellis inside with an arm, and offered him this half-smile, half-arch of his brow. It was the look of a man who'd heard that plenty of times. 

Ellis ducked his head slightly as he stepped inside the waiting room past the doctor. He managed to feel guilty for the whole thing all over again, though Nick was being accommodating, as always. 

The black fabric couches that edged the waiting room were clean and neatly arranged. They looked freshly vacuumed, as did the tan carpet under his sneakers. The front desk was abandoned, the woman who managed it (a sweet but serious lady of maybe 65 years, all business) obviously long gone home. 

The Georgian didn't wait, having done this more than enough. He stepped ahead to the door leading into the back, skulking a little bit as he opened it up and passed through the carpeted hallway beyond. He could hear Nick only a few feet behind him, following calmly as the Georgian lead the way into the clinic's single exam room. 

"I would'uh bandaged it muhself but .. yuh see, Paul - that's Keith's brother, y'know, he was the one who came with when Keith burned his whole back up messin' with that flamethrower...?" 

Dr. Soretto gave a nod, quietly, that Ellis saw out of the corner of his eye. 

"Well, he's real firm 'bout us lockin' up the back when the garage ain't actually runnin', 'n that's where we done keep the first-aid... 'n'I fergot my key at home... so, well, y'know. Everythin' just went wrong." 

He trailed off, embarrassed as a quiet snort of laughter escaped the doctor. That was another thing Nick had heard a lot. 

The white, laminated examination room was meticulously clean and professional, and already well lit by soft lights in the ceiling. The only signs that anything was awry was the fact the wheeled chair - usually stowed in one corner for an extra person to sit in - was pulled out, settled next to the squat counter with all Dr. Soretto's organized medical supplies. His missing tie was laid over its back. 

A hard-cover book sat open on the chair seat and a cup of probably lukewarm coffee sat just on the edge of the counter. Ellis didn't question it, merely stepped past the chair, turning around to gently hop himself up onto the examination table. 

The surface was protected underneath the tacky paper roll that was pulled out over its whole length, and though the paper crinkled audibly under his weight, Ellis had always found it pleasant. It made a satisfying sound as he squirmed to get comfortable. 

He reached up to take his cap off, setting it behind himself carefully and rifling fingers just momentarily through his curly brunette hair. 

Nick closed the door behind himself, more out of habit than any kind of conscious thought. He seemed to notice the small nest he'd left behind, and a bit of a displeased twitch touched his mouth. Ellis saw it, smiling a bit where he sat. He hunched forward and let his sneakered feet swing softly. 

Neither of them commented on it. The doctor just walked over and straightened the chair slightly, pushing it more out of the way, then approached the exam table with a gesturing hand. "Go on, let's see what you did this time, Mr. Walker." There was, admittedly, a bit of chide to his tone, but Ellis did deserve it. 

Carefully reaching up, Ellis gently slid his jacket off his shoulder. Since his arm wasn't in the sleeve, it slid quickly to dangle off his other arm, baring pretty much all of his torso. His off-grey T-shirt was smudged with oil here and there, as were the jeans he was wearing to match his denim jacket. He'd not had a chance to change from the workshop.  

Usually he wore his coveralls to keep his clothes protected, but tonight - before getting enraptured by just how they were going to fix the crashed Chevy - he'd just thought he'd do a little bit of working around since he couldn't sleep. 

Nick's eyes narrowed slightly as they caught onto Ellis' arm, and his head cocked faintly to one side. It was a look Ellis had seen a lot - it appeared on his face everytime he saw Keith. It expressed very clearly, 'oh fuck, what now' , though the doctor wouldn't've said the words. The towel wrapped around it was dampened in a stripe of blood, smudged in a few places, and beginning to dry. 

"I caught muh arm on some metal in this car in the shop... guess I should'uh been more careful, haw." Bashfully shaking his head, Ellis apologized, shaking his jacket off and pushing it behind his rump to join his cap. "'M real sorry yuh gotta do this so late, Dr. Soretto."  

Nick approached a bit closer, standing just beside Ellis' knee to bend forward. He waited for the Georgian to settle before reaching his hands out and unwinding the towel, one hand bracing underneath Ellis' elbow to hold his arm up. 

"It's alright." the doctor uttered simply as the towel came away. Ellis winced only slightly, craning his head to watch. The cut extended from the side of his elbow down halfway to his wrist, and blood was splotched all around it as the towel had rubbed against his forearm and spread it. 

The older man let the towel drop to the floor, bending in to examine the wound. His fingers were always warm and soft, and as he slowly cradled Ellis' wrist and elbow and used fingertips to gently manipulate his arm, the injured mechanic couldn't help but flush lightly.  

It wasn't exactly a new realization that Dr. Soretto was attractive - in a dark and mysterious kind of way that made Ellis' breath hitch, like beneath the innocuous and professional exterior was something entirely different - and no amount of pain changed the fact his hands were just so nice. 

Getting injured felt like a small price to pay.  

"It's not too deep, actually. If you promise not to use it too much, I don't think you'll need stitches." 

Ellis exhaled a relieved sound, chuckling a bit. "Man, that's good tuh hear. Them needles yuh use fer stitches creep me out." He blinked a little when Nick glanced up with a small smirk, quickly tacking on apologetically, "No offense." 

Ellis was almost sure Nick noticed the flush to his face, but he wasn't about to bring it up if the older man wasn't going to. Shaking his head in humour, Nick let Ellis' arm go. He turned away, walking over to the counter to scrub his hands shortly underneath the tap built into it. Drying them off in short order from a handtowel dispenser overhead, he pulled open a drawer of supplies and started to dig into it. 

"Honestly?" The kid blinked up at the word, intrigued by the light joke at the edge of the doctor's voice. "I still have nightmares about the lawnmower incident. Never looked at a roll of stitches the same way again." 

Ellis couldn't help but laugh, snorting more than he wanted to, grinning bashfully and scratching at his shoulder with his good hand. "Awh man, that was awful... he couldn't even move or nothin' fer like -" 

"A month. I signed the forms, remember?" Nick turned around with a slight smirk. He'd gotten out several packets and boxes, and he carried them back, retaking his position beside the examination table. Sliding his instrument cart toward him with an outstretched foot, he set everything down on the metal surface, ending up with only a palm-sized, sterile pack in his hands. 

The brunette chuckled a little helplessly as he ducked his head, watching the doctor tear the packet open. "Man. He was so pissed." He pulled the folded, air-sealed wipe from inside, and Nick leaned down to settle an elbow on the edge of the exam table. Circling fingers around Ellis' wrist, he started to clean up the other man's whole forearm of dried and drying blood. 

It stung slightly, leading him to believe there was a little alcohol involved, though it was subtle. Ellis watched with a slightly embarrassed fascination, gaze shifting between his own forearm and the doctor's face. There was a look of concentration there, and a faint smirk. 

Lord, why you gotta put this man on Earth tuh torment me? he questioned, wryly, feeling the pull of butterflies in his gut. Ain't right, him lookin' like that. 

As his doctor worked, Ellis couldn't help but talk. It wasn't like the man wasn't well-used to it, and it was a bit of a nervous reaction under the influence of Nick's hands. Dr. Soretto hadn't put on gloves - the direct contact was flustering. "Y'know, doctor.. I kinda figured you'd be here, 'cause yer always here tuh answer the phone when we've had tuh call before - but ain't you tired? Why don't'cha go home?" 

The green-eyed medic glanced up at him momentarily, hands pausing slightly on Ellis' forearm. The Georgian had a momentary falter where he thought Nick might not appreciate the question - but then he shrugged up his crisply shrouded shoulders, returning to his work. He seemed unbothered, and his mood only faintly leveled out. 

"It's quiet, and I'm available if anyone shows up in the middle of the night." He said the last bit a tad pointedly, half-smirking up at the kid. "Something wrong with that?" 

"Naw, naw, 'course not! Just seems kinda lonely is all, 'n'yuh look tired." Ellis ducked his head a bit as if realizing his own words, cocking his head in apology and flashing a smile. "Sorry, Dr. S. I shouldn't be askin' these questions none. Bein' nosy." 

Dr. Soretto sighed lightly, giving a bit of a laugh at the end of it. He shook his head simply, bending in a little further to be more cautious as he cleaned along the actual wound. He didn't want to open it anymore than was necessary to get all the oil and grease from Ellis' work out. 

"I don't mind." he clarified, before curtly returning to the question. "Just a little trouble sleeping. I don't make a habit of self-prescription, so... a book and a cup of coffee." 

Ellis smiled, though it turned into a cringe an instant later as the flesh split along his forearm protested the burn of alcohol. "Ah-aaow, ow, ow..." escaped him abruptly, and the doctor gave him the subtlest smile, showing teeth, before his expression fell back to a general calm. "Sorry. S'too bad yuh can't sleep. Bad dreams or somethin'?" 

"You could say that, yeah." A little bit of blood was swelling up on a deeper part of the cut, and Nick eyed it somewhat discontentedly before sending a small glance up toward Ellis' face. "I'd rather be here than staring at the ceiling at home." 

The Georgian nodded adamantly, head bobbing. "Me too. S'why I was at the shop, 'cause I couldn't sleep none, so I wanted tuh do some work." 

The doctor held down a little pressure on the wound with his thumb against the wipe, coaxing it to stop bleeding where it had threatened to start, a smirk settling more permanently on his features and bleeding into his eyes in a genuine way. "Looks like we're both a bit tired tonight, then, Mr. Walker." 

Embarrassed into a blush, the mechanic carefully tightened his lips against each other, trying hard not to fidget. "Guess so."

It was stupid to feel so flustered around him, considering he didn't even have the slightest reason to think the doctor was interested in men at all and certainly not him... but Ellis couldn't exactly help it. He'd always been a bit struck by the man's warm attention and handsome features, but it felt like a little too much tonight. 

It was probably a mix of the innocuous 'we', the smirk he said it with, and the fact they were alone together so late at night. Ellis did his very best to just take a breath and shrug it off. 

It didn't work.

The next words out of his mouth were a blurted, "I don't mind if yuh call me Ellis, y'know. Yuh don't gotta say 'Mr. Walker' all the time. Kind'uv a mouthful'n'such." 

Dr. Soretto cocked up a brow, amused. He tossed the fairly bloody wipe onto his instrument table, picking up one of the small boxes he'd set down and cracking it open. Pulling out a few sealed bandages, he started to un-wrap the first one. 

"Alright then, Ellis, if you want. It's not personal, just habit." 

Ellis was definitely flustered, then. 

Hearing his own name in the doctor's graveled voice was a special sort of suffering. His spine was tingling, a hot and sweaty feeling building around his chest. He almost couldn't even work up a response, throat locking up, but he swallowed through it. "... Y-yeah, sure, ain't nothin'... After all the times you done helped Keith'n'I, think you earned a break from bein' all stuffy all the time." 

He almost hoped the doctor would volunteer his own first name - or rather, permission to use it - but the older man merely leaned forward, carefully applying the thin, papery wound closures one by one down the line of Ellis' injury. 

"I've earned about ten vacations doing that." There was that lightly joking tone again, and Ellis couldn't help but break out into an embarrassed guffaw, forcing Nick to still a moment until it ended and he could return to closing up the wound. He spared an irked quirk up toward the man's face, but it was not sincere. 

"Sorry." the Georgian apologized quickly, then flashed a grin, ducking his head. "Yer awful patient with us... 'n'yer a real good doctor, y'know that? Hell, Keith's still got all his fingers 'cause'uh you." 

Dr. Soretto smirked subtly, shaking his head as he laid down the last paper suture. His hands slipped to cradle underneath Ellis' forearm, and the younger man felt his pulse jump, not expecting the contact before it happened. Nick's palms were nestled flat against the soft underside of his forearm, holding his arm up with a firm grip but a gentle edge of caution. 

He gazed over his work, gazed over the wound, attention critical and breath just-gently held. 

The mechanic's head filled slowly with fog, skin prickling as Nick's thumb stroked over the length of the wound, flattening a few of the sutures with the pad of it.

Ellis wished the examination table didn't crinkle so much when he shifted his weight. He was going to end up setting off an unfortunate physical reaction if he didn't watch himself, and the chance that the doctor might notice was fairly high considering their proximity. 

" You're going to miss out on a scar because of me. Don't usually get that lucky with your friend - he's a walking billboard for me and I've only been around a couple years." 

Ellis found himself blinking dumbly as one of those hands pulled away, the loss of the contact not something he relished. The doctor picked up a small roll of cloth wraps from his tool cart, shaking it out of its plastic bag one-handed. He started to wrap Ellis' forearm carefully, covering the wound with a light layer of bandages. 

"This is just to keep the sutures from getting dirty. They won't keep your arm together, so take it easy, okay? I realize that's hard for you, but try."

Ellis was not listening.  

He could just ask. 

It was a simple enough question, just a couple words: ' Do you wanna grab a drink with me?' He'd leave quickly afterward and avoid any kind of awkwardness - and he'd just avoid coming back until Keith got hurt again. That would likely be at least a few weeks, enough time for both of them to pretend it had never happened. 

It could be painless, if he just got it over with and then moved on. And then he could stop wondering if the doctor might be interested in him, or could be. He could see the differences between them - age... occupation... not to mention the complexity involved in Nick being his doctor. 

Still, Nick's fingers were so gentle on his skin, his gaze so soft and intent, that he held out hope despite himself. The doctor had to know Ellis squirmed at his touch, flustered at his attention, stiffened at his proximity - in more ways than one. Dr. Soretto had never tried to discourage him, so why not ask? 

The turmoil inside his head grew to a fevered buzz. 

Applying just a small strip of tape to the bandage to keep the cloth in place, Nick straightened up, releasing a sigh. He offered Ellis a smile, setting his hand flat on the edge of the exam table by the man's knee. His fingertips grazed denim, and the touch felt so much hotter than it should have. 

"Looks good to me. It should be fine. Try not to mess with it for the next two weeks or so and it'll heal up. Okay, Ellis?" The smile firmed slightly, going more genuine. However, as he looked up, his tired green eyes suddenly turned focused, like he noticed the thought all over the Georgian's face.  

Dr. Soretto cocked his head just a tick. 

There was a clear question in the motion, and a sympathetic concern that felt like entirely too much. He should have leapt on the chance to ask his question and then flee, but Ellis' control snapped in his hands, and something entirely different happened. 

His hands came forward like they were possessed with a mind all of their own - his injury didn't even register; if it hurt, he sure didn't feel it just then. Grasping onto Nick's unbuttoned lab coat, he suddenly leaned himself forward to very firmly plant his mouth onto the older man's. 

It was warm - unbelievably warm, stubble scraping his mouth from the doctor's shadowed face. Ellis' lips molded against their slim counterparts, and he tasted coffee, and it was wonderful. 

And completely unreciprocated. 

The doctor stiffened almost immediately. His whole body froze up, mouth clenching underneath the kiss, and Ellis was struck by the feeling he'd made a serious mistake. A cold panic surged through him, completely unsure if he should pull back and bolt as fast as he could, or hold on and hope the moment never broke. If he just held on, maybe the other man would take pity on him, and kiss him back. 

He didn't end up being able to make a decision either way. Before he could so much as think about weighing the pros and cons, Nick's hand folded up between them to settle flat on the other man's chest and pry him backwards. The force of his grip broke the kiss with a gentle but firm hand. 

Ellis was distantly surprised when the doctor didn't move, though - and the hand only pushed him a few inches. It wasn't a motion of disgust or horror, just calm rejection. Worse, the grip against his chest and the way he was seated on the table left him half-trapped. He'd have to struggle to get free, and he couldn't bring himself to do that. 

The younger man stilled as an awkward regret flooded him with an uncomfortable heat, doing everything in his power to keep his gaze down. He vaulted into a wary mumble, feeling a blush rising quickly over his face. 

"...u-uhm, I'm - ... I.. Well I don't rightly - know whut tuh - ... erm, say, but..." He felt utterly humiliated for being so impulsive and thoughtless. He wanted to sink into the table and melt through the floor, or gurgle down the nearest drain and disappear into the pipes. "You can jus'... not say a thing, I'll uh - be on muh way. Thanks fer... y'know, helpin'. I -" 

Nick's voice interrupted.

"That was ... inappropriate." 

The words were strangely level. Even. Calm. All they did was make Ellis' cheeks go darker, his head lowering in shame as he couldn't get himself to lift his gaze. The doctor still hadn't moved out of his way, but all he wanted to do was slide off the table and silently crawl out of the clinic. 

Unfortunately, Nick seemed to expect a response. Ellis could only see a little bit of his expression, darkened by shadows, but it was firm and flat. The doctor seemed very deep in thought, and not an ounce of it slipped onto his face, except for a patient expectation. 

Hesitantly, and with a heavy swallow that made his lips curl inward, Ellis mumbled, "... y-yeah, 'm.. 'm sorry, I know. Really.. 'm sorry.. I'll uhm -" 

Dr. Soretto interrupted him again, just as flatly as the first time. "Breaks some serious rules, you kissing me." Ellis didn't understand why he wasn't moving - he was starting to feel a claustrophobic desperation to escape, mortification rising. "I could get in pretty serious fuckin' trouble for what you just did." 

The cursing made Ellis outright flinch, because the doctor never cursed in front of him. What was even stranger than that was how bluntly comfortable it was on his lips, just like the slight disarray of his form seemed to fit him. It sent a shock of heat up Ellis' spine, nervously curling his spine, unsure if he wanted to lean away from the hand on his chest or lean into it. 

His body trembled, confused, torn. 

"... 'M so sorry, man... That was stupid. I won't bother yuh 'bout it again, I promise. I should'uh known you wouldn't want tuh - I mean, that you... I should'uh asked. A-anyway, I'll -" 

The third interruption was the last one. The green-eyed doctor's voice attained a sudden humor, edged with a graveled charm that chilled Ellis' spine. Ellis risked darting his gaze up, and the sight he found shocked him.

Nick's lips were curled with something that seemed as confident as it was disbelieving. Some of his shock was mirrored back to him, but warmer, like the surprise was pleasant. Like he was faintly glad.

"Just making sure you understand."  

The hand that was on his chest caught fingers in his shirt, pulling him just an inch closer and keeping him there. Dr. Soretto's other hand snaked up, cradling his jaw with that gentle, soothing touch, and pulling his chin up an inch. Ellis' mouth gaped in shock just in time for Nick's to slot against it. Their lips locked tightly, molded together, stifling the beginning of a word that had tried to start in Ellis' throat. 

There was no press, no tender peck, no tentative coaxing. The kiss was a hot wetness joined between them as Nick's tongue slipped into his mouth and explored, all hot silk and probing pressure. 

A moan escaped the younger man, pushing up and into it, their teeth grazing in a momentary misstep. Nick adjusted, tilting his chin, and the kiss deepened - and it felt like everything Ellis had ever daydreamed about. It was nothing like fumbling around with his highschool boyfriends, or the scattered few flings he'd had over the last few years. 

The secrecy involved generally precluded either of them being particularly experienced, and he'd always found himself disappointed in the lack of intimacy, the distance he felt, the temporary nature of it all. 

He'd never kissed someone he'd known as long as he'd known Nick; the man had come to a Thanksgiving dinner at his house once. His mother stopped him anytime they saw him in a grocery store or a parking lot and talked his ear off, and he humoured her, sparing little long-suffering looks in Ellis' direction. He knew nearly every stupid thing Ellis had done in the last three years. 

It was different. 

Nick's fingertips stroking his jaw drove him to a wild urgency, feeling his body shiver and warm, his hips eagerly nudging down against the table with a rustling of paper. Ellis nipped at the older man's tongue before stroking his own forward, a burning desire rippling up his spine. He needed more, needed to touch and be touched, needed proof that he wasn't hallucinating. 

Ellis couldn't help but reach out, fingertips brushing over the doctor's belly and finding the soft fabric of his button-up. He rubbed his palm against it until he could feel the warmth of skin through it. 

He could also feel it tense as Nick's whole body tensed, and a soft murmur rumbled in the man's throat. It was the first real sound he'd made, the first vocal indication that he was enjoying himself. Then he shivered, body going rigid with the shudder, and Ellis was quite certain he'd never felt something so erotic. 

Then Dr. Soretto pulled back, their lips popping apart with a wet sound, and it was all Ellis could do to keep from releasing a whine of protest. He didn't want to stop.  

"Please don't stop." left him, breathless, a plea. 

A raw feeling of vulnerability sunk in, as Ellis' body slumped, his chest gently heaving and his lips damp and parted. He soaked in the way Nick stared down at him, the way the man couldn't seal his lips, either, not without his nostrils flaring to suck in air. 

The older man's lips curled, widening to a smirk that drew handsome dimples around his mouth and traced lines at the edges of his eyes, and he looked... fond. His gaze was hungry, lustful, but when he spoke, there was an affection in his voice. 

"If you don't want me to, I won't. But - are you sure?" Did that fondness twist into something sad? Did he seem resigned, forlorn? Did his thumb brush against Ellis' cheek with a longing? "Gray area, here, Mr. Walker. You can leave anytime." 

Ellis' body threatened to catch on fire, there, and he stretched both his hands out to stroke up the doctor's stomach until he could settle his palms against the man's breast. The way Dr. Soretto's eyes fell to a half-lidded gaze was, simply, gratifying. The younger man forced his voice to come out firmly, though it tried to hitch. "I want'cha. Please - I want'cha to touch me. I don't wanna go nowhere. Don't kick me out."

Despite the medic's calm appearance, there was something stretched extremely taut in the space between them. It snapped, then, the pressure released in an instant. Something heated in his eyes, and it didn't seem wholly lust.

There was a fleck or two of anger.

"Whatever you want. I don't want you to go, either." His voice was a little harsher, then, hoarser. "But if you change your mind, sweetheart, just say so." Nick suddenly flattened his hand against Ellis' chest again, using it and his other hand to ease the brunette down against the examination table. Ellis moved with the touch, half-obedient and half-desperate. 

The paper rustled underneath him, and then rustled even more as the doctor followed, sliding between the Georgian's spread legs and settling one knee on the reclined bed just between his thighs. He hauled up, his left elbow coming to rest beside the younger man's ribs, body now hovered over him, weight balanced on his knee and his left arm. 

That strange urgency built up in Ellis' chest, the one that told him someone might find them, someone might notice he was missing, someone might connect the dots. The fear had a familiar but strange effect on him, the one that made his body shiver in the same moment it made his heart ache. 

When Nick leaned down, eyes drifting over the mechanic's face, Ellis reflexively closed his and parted his lips for a kiss. It did not come. 

Instead, his stubbled cheek grazed like sandpaper against Ellis', and lips nestled against the soft spot just in front of his ear. A shiver, goosebumps, traced up Ellis' body, nuzzling reflexively into the contact. There was a softness to it, a moment of simple touch, and the warmth that had seated itself in Ellis' gut was joined by a warmth somewhere else. 

The knee that was pinned between his thighs rolled forward, and before he could react, the soft press of Nick's leg nudged against his crotch. First, it was gentle - then firm - and then Nick's weight leaned into it and he rolled the soft curve of his lower thigh forward, as if to pin Ellis to the exam table with it. It pressed down onto him, and the force against his rising erection sparked something harshly pleasurable up his spine. 

It should have hurt, with the intimate parts of him pinned under the man's weight. It might've begun to, if the medic hadn't shifted his body, turning the flat press into a grinding rub, slacks scraping roughly with his denim and building up a friction. 

A moan tore throatily out of Ellis, whole body bucking up in a jolt of pleasure against Dr. Soretto's leg, shuddering up off the table where he could. It made him feel more than a little desperate, humping eagerly up against the thigh pinning him there. His moan shuddered to a whimper and breathily left him. 

Nick buried his mouth against Ellis' ear, catching the top edge of it against his teeth, stubble raking faintly against the younger man's temple as he nibbled along the delicate whorls. Ellis came down trembling, wanting.  

"Mhn. Too much?" was the doctor's subtle murmur. 

The Georgian shut his eyes, turning his head against the nibbling mouth to encourage the ministrations on his ear. "N-naw." he shot back in a whimper that was as confident as he could force it, lifting his hips to push subtly up against the doctor's weight. "Not 'nough." 

The man let out a subtle laugh that warmed Ellis' jaw, teasing, yet still softly affectionate. "Duly noted." His mouth grazed down the Georgian's ear before the tip of his tongue flicked at his earlobe. His body dropped a bit, and the position of his leg had him almost straddling Ellis'. 

Ellis would never have imagined - not in a million years - that the doctor would behave like this, but he had all the proof he could've asked for: Nick's tongue curling into his ear and the stiffness pressing against his thigh from under the doctor's not-so-thick slacks. 

He was hard, and that felt like a victory. 

Dr. Soretto tipped his head and abandoned his ear, instead letting his mouth graze down the side of Ellis' neck. He whispered between them, and it was somewhere between gentle and urgently raw. "How much, though? Do you want me to touch you?" His tongue flicked along the kid's jugular, teeth nipping immediately after. "Fuck you?"  

He did, so badly, but the doctor's willingness and smooth question shocked him. The predatory gravel in the older man's tone left him wondering if Nick had thought about him before. The excitement of that thought put a whimpered drawl in his voice as he blurted his response. 

"Yeah. Lord, yeah." he answered in an easy, low groan - and shifted his knee to a soft bend, just enough to nudge up and press into the older man, rubbing against the hardness there. "You got no idea how much."

When Nick's breath fluttered into a murmured sigh, an open enjoyment in the sound, Ellis scorned the clothing that separated them. He tried to get an arm up over Nick's back to clutch into the fabric of his coat. He wanted it gone, all of it, leaving nothing but skin on skin, letting him view all the inches of the man's body kept hidden from him.

The other man's mouth - edged by stubble that scratched at the sensitive skin there - worked lower, dotting kisses and bites down the slope of Ellis' neck, a lust brewed hotter in the soft hums that left him. He stayed torturously slow, voice measured, yet raw. "Easy. We're not in a rush."  

Ellis wanted to burst into laughter, because he'd never wanted to sprint so fast in his life. He wanted the doctor's clothes off, wanted to be face-down on the exam table, wanted the stiff shape he felt against his thigh inside him. He wanted to hear what the man's voice did as he came. He wanted to make him come. 

All-in-all, he felt very much in a rush. 

One of those warm hands slipped to trace the muscular slope of Ellis' side, fingertips diving under his shirt until they found bare skin. They stroked at his waist, their pads finding the surface prickled with soft goosebumps.  

Ellis gasped in a breath, rolling his hips up to surge against his palm, getting enough space between him and the table that Nick's hand could slip to settle against his lower back. He was well past aroused, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against his thinly-clothed erection by Nick's motions. His throat was in knots, but he swallowed around it. 

Closing his mouth on the delicate skin just at the crook of Ellis' neck, Nick bit faintly into it, suckling between nips. Ellis could tell he was going to have a mark from it, especially as the nips got a little harder, and that stimulation plus the pressure of Nick's thigh nudging into him sent his mind swimming. 

"Doc'..." he pleaded breathlessly, squirming his prostrated body as much as he could. He tried to be tempting, tried to look as eager for it as he felt. "Losin' muh shit here. Please -"  

Dr. Soretto suddenly straightened up from him. His other foot braced on the thin metal step up to the exam table, both his hands planting down on the crinkling paper on either side of Ellis' hips. He was going to hop up onto the exam table, and Ellis' heart practically pounded right out of his chest. 

The Georgian squirmed backward in reflex, his legs spreading to completely straddle the exam table and his chin ducking down as the doctor's gaze flicked to examine his body. His jeans strained to accommodate the position, cock twitching as Nick gazed toward it.  

Ellis pushed his elbows back to prop himself up, holding his bandaged arm at a slight angle. He felt on display, and he didn't have to guess if the other man was enjoying it. 

He said as much. 

"You're beautiful."

Ending up on his knees between Ellis' spread legs, the cushions bowing lightly under his weight and the paper rustling and crinkling up under him, the doctor straightened up. Ellis could only watch in fascination as he pulled his coat off, shaking it free from his shoulders before tossing it over the instrument table a foot or two away. 

Ellis had seen him out of the coat before, stripped to the dress shirt underneath. There was something fantastically lean about how the shirt fitted to his form, strong but slim. 

"Yer one tuh talk." Ellis whispered back. His throat was dry and his voice rough, eyes drinking in the doctor's frame. "You look amazin'." He wanted to touch him desperately, fingers clutching tightly until his nails dug into his palms, but he mostly wanted to know what the other man's hands planned to do. 

Dr. Soretto fell to a smirk as his eyes lit up with a subtly flattered warmth, leaning forward. He settled one hand on the table behind Ellis' thigh, the other leisurely reaching down to catch the zipper of Ellis' fly between his fingertips. The brunette shivered, holding perilously still. 

The Georgian moaned softly as fingers pulled his zipper down with a faint hush of metal , unfastening the button to his jeans shortly afterward. Ellis bucked his hips up a little, turning his head to press his cheek against the cushioned table's surface. 

The doctor wasn't blind to the pleading note behind the motion. Green eyes slipped to a calm examination of Ellis' face as his fingers slipped underneath the tight layer of his jeans. They curled to grope his erection through the fabric of his boxers, touching him in the cramped space of his jeans. 

"N-nh..." Ellis groaned out, body shuddering as it heated up quickly under Nick's hand. Pleasure buzzed on his nerves, lips falling parted as his control started to slip. The man palmed and stroked up his length, stirring all his senses into a flame, and he hadn't even gotten under his boxers yet.

Stretching back up to align their faces, Nick claimed his mouth firmly, taking advantage of his parted lips to thrust deep into it. He kissed the other man with an urgency, biting at his tongue. They both melted down into the exam table as his thumb stretched up to roll lustily over the head of Ellis' cock, touch muted by the cloth of his boxers. 

The Georgian succumbed to the kiss, eyes half-shut, unable to do more than moan in his throat. His body communicated his pleasure with more clarity, twitching reactively each time the doctor's fingers moved against his sensitive flesh.

"Shit, Ellis..." the doctor muttered, trailing small nips along Ellis' lower lip all the way to the edge of his mouth.

The reappearance of his swearing felt like a failure of control, and Ellis wanted to hear more. The idea of the man completely undone, swearing viciously, all composure and control lost as he buried himself into the younger man's body - he'd never wanted anything more.

Nick slipped back, one of his shoes re-catching onto the metal step attached halfway up the table's stocky base. The retreat put his head just over Ellis' stomach, bent down, and the prone mechanic gave a tense shiver as the doctor's stroking hand slid up to sneak underneath his boxers. 

The touch of bare fingertips to his cock was enough to make his hips buck, and a desperate whine left him. He could feel a sudden jerk in the muscles spread across his abdomen, shame darting up over his face as he was entirely too aware of how close he was. His knees tried to crush together, but all he managed to do was hug the older man's sides with them. 

Dr. Soretto didn't seem surprised in the slightest as his fingers brushed over a precum-dampened head, coaxing Ellis' erection free of his boxers entirely and circling his grip around the base of it. His palm nestled against brunette curls there, fingertips stroking softly at the velvet flesh he held. 

Ellis' vision was blurring quickly, melted in the older man's hands. His hands turned into fists in their grip on the exam table beneath him, and he was vaguely aware of paper tearing between his fingers. He tried to hold himself composed, distancing himself from the pleasure, but he was falling fast. The heaving of his chest and the shiver of his thighs must've given him away.

"Don't fight it." the doctor growled faintly, a simple command, and Ellis flushed hard with the awareness that Nick's attention was on his pleasured face. "Let me take care of you."

Ellis didn't want it to end there. He wanted to last, and he wanted to climax with the other man seated inside of him, not still clothed and almost untouched. He wanted it to be good for both of them. He needed it to be good enough that Nick might want to do it again.

"D-doc', I-I don't wanna -" 

The older man didn't seem interested in listening. It was a stern and controlling behaviour Ellis had seen a million times before, and it had always been attractive - but it had never been sexual. It had certainly never made his cock pulse and perk up before.

Nick's firm assertion came in the form of his tongue laving flat over the damp tip of Ellis' hard-on, flicking over the leaking slit. Fire sparked straight up Ellis' body, and his whole body practically bucked up with a loud, senseless groan. It pitched up at the end, morphing into a cry of, "N-not yet!" 

The man seemed to recognize the sincerity in the plea, and he pulled his mouth away just a few inches, gaze on Ellis' face. A tiny frown prickled at his lips, even as he curled his tongue into his cheek and sucked on it, swallowing the liquid he'd lapped up. 

His green eyes were narrowly focused, cheeks flushed with arousal, fingers faintly kneading at the flesh in his hand. "You think I'm letting you off this easy? I'm going to fuck you, Ellis, and I'll get you hard again before I do. Just let me enjoy this. You enjoy this." 

Ellis hesitated, trembling lightly, unsure.

It was only the subtle smile that alighted on the man's face that convinced him, and with a wary shudder, Ellis slumped back in submission. "I -... okay. Okay."

His fingers still held on tight to the torn handfuls of paper that he'd managed to rip from the covering of the exam table. He would've probably dug his nails straight into his palms had he not had the paper to soften his grip. 

Dr. Soretto didn't wait more than a few seconds before lowering his chin until his lips grazed again at the man's erection. Tilting his head slightly to trail his mouth along the shaft, Nick kept up a soft suction that set Ellis' hips to a needy rock as his lover flicked his tongue and suckled. The attention shoved him closer and closer to the edge, breaths turning faint as his heart pounded in his ears. 

As his tongue came sliding back upwards, Nick closed his mouth entirely around the head of Ellis' cock. The inside of his mouth was almost unbearably hot, enveloping the sensitive flesh with a slick, wet warmth. 

The Georgian moaned as the doctor suckled softly at him, lips protecting the hard length from his teeth. He sunk his head down, taking it deeper until it cushioned between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, pleasure building as he bobbed his head a few times at that depth. 

"O-Oh - oh -" Ellis barely managed to exhale, breaking into a senseless cry of a noise as the doctor's mouth tightened into a firm suck. His hips rutted up well before he had a chance to stop himself, trying to thrust upward and bury a little more in the warmth and velvet, but Nick seemed to expect it. 

Even as Ellis blindly vaulted into orgasm, spilling out in hot pulses, Nick's free hand firmly caught hold of the other man's half-bared hip, stopping him from getting more than an inch of height. The moment he regained himself enough to still, the doctor soothed his mouth in a slow bob on the kid's throbbing length.

Ellis whimpered fitfully between gasps, slowly relaxing into a charged sensitivity as Nick's tongue and lips suckled him through the climax. The younger man drifted his eyes half-shut, willing himself to melt down onto the table as the doctor gradually pulled his mouth off with a wet pop. Only a stray droplet of either saliva or come - or both - escaped from the edge of his mouth before he swallowed.

It was the sort of sight that was not likely to leave his mind's eye anytime soon. 

Nick carefully wiped at the mess with his wrist, as he turned his body to seat himself more comfortably on the edge of the exam table between Ellis' knees. His jaw moved slightly as he licked at his teeth. One hand dropped down, settling fingers flat on the heaving pane of Ellis' stomach and stroking faintly. 

He petted there, teasing his fingertip around the younger man's navel, rubbing over the line of hair that wandered up his midline. It was a frankly affectionate gesture, detached from the sexual nature of the moment. Ellis' eyes focused, gaze lifting to the medic's face, soaking in the touch. 

"... Jumped you a little bit there. Old habits." the doctor admitted, a faint snort escaping him. He didn't seem particularly apologetic, not that Ellis wanted him to be.

Struggling with not completely losing himself to the afterglow, Ellis forced a lazy guffaw. His whole body was buzzing, skin warm and tingling and too hot under his clothes. "I wanted you to... " was his honest retort, toes curling in his sneakers as the stroking of his stomach made him tingle. 

Nick's eyes lit up, and the slim smile that graced his lips was enough to make Ellis' heart race. "And just how long have you been wanting that, huh?" 

The Georgian's face flushed lightly. He half-wished he wasn't just casually laying there still exposed, but another part of him didn't care. Another part of him wanted to strip further. "I-I dunno, Dr. Soretto. A while... maybe. It matter...?" 

The older man smirked faintly, pulling away with a distinct stiffness to slip off the table and stand up. He walked toward the counter across the room, posture confidently swaggered. The drawers rolled on smooth wheels as he pulled one open, digging into the carefully ordered contents. "Nope. Not anymore. I'm going to work it right the hell out of you." 

The Georgian shifted a bit now that Nick's eyes were off of him, flushing slightly as he sat up on his elbows. Excitement flooded him, trying to regain some composure, wiping his hands on his thighs to rub off the flakes of torn paper that were stuck there, mostly with sweat.

His jacket and hat had dug into his back and would continue to be in the way, so now that he had the chance, he reached underneath himself with his unbandaged arm and pushed them off the table. They landed in a bit of a tumbled pile, and he snatched his hat off and let it drop to join them.

He used one hand to tuck himself back into his boxers, relaxing with the little bit of decency - and then he focused his gaze down at his bandaged forearm. Ellis' voice gained a coy note, split between a playfulness and a genuine question. "... Yeah? Aren't'cha gonna get in trouble, touchin' me?" 

Nick snorted, turning around on a heel. His expression was eager in its focus, hungry, making Ellis sink down a little on the table, chin lowering. The doctor had an item in either hand: a foil square of a condom and a tube of medical lubricant.

"You want me to." 

The Georgian couldn't quite tear his gaze off Dr. Soretto's face, fascinated by the range of expressions he'd never seen before. He was utterly thrilled with them - but previously, he'd have guessed the doctor was the modestly flirtatious kind. Slow, cautious, controlled. 

He'd been wrong. "...yeah." 

"Then I don't really care." Nick approached, stepping up to the end of the exam table. He smirked, setting knuckles against the very edge of the cushion and leaning in slightly. Ellis felt like a puddle underneath that lust-lit attention, a faint whimper escaping him. 

The next words were a request more than a command, but it had that firm tone the mechanic was rapidly getting quite fond of. "Knees, Ellis. And watch your arm."

The brunette stammered wordlessly with a little bit of an 'uh-huh', face flushed as he moved to comply. Nick's gaze was meticulously tracking his movements, though his body was still and relaxed. Ellis turned away, then, and rolled himself over on the exam table, kicking his sneakers off with the opposite toe as he went. They thudded with loud claps against the tile.

The paper rustled loudly as he moved, crinkling into little flowered dents around his knees. He settled his hands onto the table in front of himself, and surprise made him gasp as the doctor's fingertips alighted on his hips. He must've freed his hands. 

Fingers pushed his shirt up his body, baring the swell of his lower back, and Ellis tried to arch up and encourage them. They idly spread up to his shoulderblades, stroking at his skin, and the doctor's mouth nuzzled into the very base of his spine. Nick explored him silently, gripping and smoothing at the curves of muscle and spine and shoulderblade.

"Off." he said very simply in a hot puff against Ellis' back, and he felt a pull of lust yank his body taut.

Trying not to disturb the doctor's hands or mouth, Ellis very carefully wormed his shirt over his head and past his bandaged forearm, chucking it to the floor with his jacket and cap. With that, his upper body was bare, and Nick took advantage.

The doctor dug his fingertips faintly into the skin underneath them as he moved them in circles, teasing along the muscled stretch of the man's back. It was so close to a massage Ellis found himself relaxing, head falling a little forward with a sigh, but the attentions to his lower back was slowly relighting a different kind of pleasure along his skin. 

Stubble scratched at his skin and the tip of a tongue flicked out to tease at the dents just above his rump, making him shiver. His nerves were still ringing with sensitivity from his orgasm, but the more the doctor toyed with him the more he felt his body warming to it. Ellis rocked faintly back against him with a small whimper, weight rolling on his knees and the heels of his hands.

A soft hum vibrated against him, and Nick's pace abruptly accelerated.

Trailing kisses up his spine a few inches, Nick nipped onto some skin just above his waist, suckling heavily. Ellis already had a dark spot at the crook of his neck that he could faintly feel without seeing it, and it looked like the doctor planned to give him more.

Hands slid down as he bit with his teeth, grazing along Ellis' skin and slowly moving to his sides. The doctor hooked fingers on his jeans, zipper and button still undone, and dragged them down his thighs. He only made it halfway before he got distracted; one of Dr. Soretto's hands slipped around to curl on Ellis' inner thigh, just beneath the edge of his boxers, stroking in time with his gently biting mouth. 

Ellis wanted it to go higher.

Hot breath trickled along Ellis' skin, the doctor pulling his mouth away now that he'd left a bruised mark there. His hand did brush suddenly upwards, fingertips stroking over the shape of his cock in his boxers, and the doctor must've noticed that it was plump - not quite mustering an erection yet, but hardly disinterested. 

A pleased sound left the older man when Ellis jumped softly, and Nick returned to stripping him. He tugged both articles down his legs, hands coaxing the Georgian to lift his knees one after the other so he could shed him of the clothes entirely. It was gentle, his hands stroking soothingly at Ellis' legs and calves as he went, the touch soft and comforting.

Tossing them to the floor, the doctor's hands grazed back up his legs, squeezing at the soft curves of his thighs. As his hands cupped the Georgian's rump and used his thumbs to spread his cheeks, Nick leaned forward to ghost a breath over the sensitive skin there.

Ellis' reaction was electric, jolting forward with a bitten-back groan. He was left panting subtly, arms struggling to hold himself up with a bit of a shiver. The room was warm, particularly with Nick's hands rubbing over him, but he felt exposed all the same.

He'd had his shirt or his pants off in the clinic before, but the circumstances had been very different. Still, he wondered if Nick had looked at him in those moments. Had he stared a little too long? Relished the chance to touch him? Gone home, laid awake, fisting his cock to the thought of doing what they were presently doing?

Ellis had certainly done the latter more than once.

"N- uh, Doc'... Are you gonna do somethin', or just -" 

His pulse jumped when the older man reached one hand out to pick up the tube he'd set on the instrument table nearby. "I can go slower, if you'd like." he threatened in a tone that managed to sound like a genuine offer. While the younger man couldn't see, he could hear the pop of the cap, and the sputter as he squeezed out the lubricant. Ellis felt his whole body tense up with awareness, breath catching in his throat.

He hadn't been nervous since the moment Nick kissed him. Frantic, urgent, maybe - but until then, he hadn't felt nervous. It caused his breath to shudder into an exhale, stilted.

Something stirred in the back of his mind, a quiet roar that began to grow louder. He didn't know what they were doing or what the implications were, and the implications mattered, this time. He could've played off a failed invitation to go out and he could have avoided the other half of a fling-gone-wrong, but sex with Nick was... complicated.

Wanting it desperately didn't change the fact that it was complicated.

The doctor noticed, perhaps noticing more than anything his sudden silence. Nick shifted forward, stepping up one shoe onto the table's single stair so he could bend down and dust kisses over the other man's rigid back. "You okay, sweetheart?" 

When Ellis didn't respond beyond a faint hum, the older man didn't pry, but he did slow. Grazing stubble and soothing lips helped slowly relax him, pushing the thoughts down and away. There was nothing to do, and it wasn't as if he was going to leave now. 

Nick seemed to wait till some of the tension had left his shoulders before he proceeded.

A slick fingertip slid abruptly against the Georgian's entrance. The lubricant was thicker than he expected, more of a jelly, and the cold pressure was quickly warmed by their combined body heat. Nick massaged the flat underside of his middle finger against the tight ring of muscle there, pushing against it, mouth suckling a few marks into the soft skin around his waist. 

Ellis melted instantly, knees shuffling further apart on the table with a moaned sigh. Pleasure overtook his anticipation, and the doctor took advantage of his relaxation to push his fingertip inside, the motion slick but straining against tight muscles. 

His hips rolled back against the older man's hand and Nick obliged him, pushing his digit in deeper as his teeth bit down again against his back, softer that time, but lustful. Shudders traveled up the mechanic's body, urgently needy.

"Ah Lord - keep goin' - please, doc'..." 

Nick worked him for a few moments pushing against the muscles there until his middle finger slid smoothly in its thrusts, and a second finger fit. It was tight, and he had to slow for a few moments when it pushed Ellis a little too far. The Georgian's injured arm nearly crumpled underneath him, forcing Nick to quickly support him with his free arm wrapped under his body.

The motion forced Nick to lean forward to manage the gesture, arm twisting to keep his fingers seated inside Ellis, and it was so close to mounting him that Ellis felt heat spool up his spine, barely resisting the urge to push back on him.

Ellis panted out a faint "Sorry." as he regained his composure enough to support himself again. Nick merely smirked against his shoulder, stroking his fingers gently in and out of his body. The cradling arm slipped a bit, and the doctor's wrist brushed against Ellis' hardening erection where it had begun to perk up toward his stomach.

He spoke suddenly. "You look so good like this, maybe I'll just get you off again, Mr. Walker." Though it feigned playful distance, there was a heavy grate of lust at the edge of his voice.

The brunette immediately squirmed, tone desperate as he tossed his head into a shake. "N-no, don't, I -" He broke off with a clamped jaw, embarrassed when his words suddenly turned into a moan. Nick had pumped his fingers faintly, the motion slick as protesting muscles finally gave in more fully.

"Don't worry. I'm not that patient." Nick's fingers gave a lengthy, exploring spread, pushing up into him smoothly. The doctor got a short, wanting buck out of Ellis' hips, then pulled his fingers out carefully. 

Ellis protested quietly with a small groan when Nick's arm pulled away from his waist. He turned his head, looking over his shoulder with a soft inhale sucked between his teeth and his lower lip as Dr. Soretto straightened. 

Pulling his shirt out of its tuck in his slacks, he unbuttoned it from the bottom up, each one popping open to bare a few more inches of his torso. A lean core, worked to a slim and even musculature, was dusted with dark hair and marked here and there with whitened scars.

Ellis' mouth went dry as the doctor pulled his shirt off and tossed it to join his coat over the instrument table. Blue eyes flicked rapidly to devour the sight, chewing at his lip, and his head cocked as his brain settled long enough to process what he was seeing.

The scars caught his eyes. They weren't like Keith's - they were knife wounds, bullet wounds, interspersed over his body and very old. Had he been an ounce more sensible, Ellis might've put together a way to ask about them - but all he could do was stare softly for a moment, and somewhere mark down his curiousity in the back of his head. 

Nick's beltbuckle jingled faintly as he unfastened it, shedding his slacks and nudging his shoes off with nowhere near the care he'd taken to strip the Georgian. Ellis went swirling into dizziness as his gaze followed Nick's hands, the doctor's long-denied erection jutting harshly against the fabric of his briefs. 

"Oh." was all Ellis could whisper, eyes widening and tongue wetting at his lower lip.

The green-eyed medic didn't seem shamed in the slightest. The other man's gaze made him smirk, casually peeling his briefs away to give the deeply reddened length a dry stroke, the blushing flesh tight under his fingertips. 

Ellis' head bobbed with a slight gulp, lips parting to pant heavily as his pulse darted into a quick fluttering. If he weren't so desperate to feel it fucking up into him, he might've tried to coax the older man to let him get his mouth on it.

As it was, he remained silent, cocking his hips up in an eager arch. Nick did not miss it, his eyes narrowing sharply as he took in the sight. The doctor smoothly reached over to retrieve the foiled condom from half-underneath his stripped dress shirt, tearing it open and shaking out the rubber. 

Nick lifted his chin faintly as he settled the circular condom against the tip of his cock. He rolled the latex down over his length, fingers exaggerating and stroking out the motions for his partner's benefit. His smirk was a little wolfish, bare with raw emotion, and it was only as he smoothed it down to his root that he grabbed the lube back up from the instrument table. 

Ellis watched with delicately focused attention, little shudders tracing up his body as the doctor squeezed out a bit into his palm, slicking up the straining rubber that now cloaked his erection. It was only as he finished that he tossed the tube away and stalked suddenly forward.

Where he'd been slow and calm in his torture before, he now lunged.

The younger man whimpered softly through parted lips, starting to squirm forward on the exam table to make room like the doctor might just crawl up and climb on top of him - but he only got a few inches before Nick slung an arm around his waist and pulled him tight to his chest. 

Rather than kneel over him, he pulled the kid into a soft half-roll, getting the Georgian on his side and aligning himself next to him. The exam table was only barely large enough to fit them both. 

Ellis gasped slightly as he was pulled, startled but pleasantly so, grabbing onto Nick's forearm with his good hand while his bandaged arm hung a little limp out and off the edge of the table. His fingers curled hard, gently digging into skin. The doctor latched softly onto the crook of his neck where he'd already left a mark, licking at the spot to stir already-abused nerves. 

The arm that Ellis wasn't grasping onto slid down, resting itself along the shape of his frame, fingers curling softly onto the inside of his thigh. Nick lifted it up, supporting his leg in the air, and he curled his hips into the space between the Southerner's now-spread legs. 

Their bodies molded together, pressing close in total bareness, burning heat between and around them - Nick's mouth on Ellis' neck, Ellis' head quickly lolling back with a gasp to brace on the older man's shoulder, the doctor's arm looped tightly around his torso, the mechanic's fingers digging into it desperately.

There was a moment where they laid there, a spare few seconds where Nick's nose nuzzled up the line of his neck and laid a kiss against his jaw and it felt different. It felt like nothing Ellis had experienced before. He felt... safe.

It only took the smallest of guidance from Nick's supporting hand, just barely turning at its wrist, to push the head of his erection against Ellis' entrance. 

When those hips rolled forward and into him, the firm tip pushing past the still-tight muscles there, Ellis' whole body shuddered up with a senseless cry that rang through the whole - fortunately empty - clinic.

A moan faintly buzzed by his ear: the doctor's voice, graveled and low, hungrily tightening his arm around his lover as the Georgian's muscles tightened around the thick length breaching onto him, slick with the dense and almost sticky gel. 

Ellis didn't have much leverage. With Nick's hand holding his leg spread and his other arm clutching him tight, he was almost stuck. That didn't stop him from trying, though, rolling his hips as far back as possible with a moan. The doctor growled softly, twisting his head to bite down on a spot closer to Ellis' shoulder. 

Gasping in almost-but-not-quite protest, Ellis rolled his head to the side and whined loudly, voice struggling. "Hoh - shit, ah... I-I c'n take it, p-please, Do-" 

"Nick." It was a correction and permission all at once, and he punctuated it with a hard rut of his hips that buried him hilt-deep in the Georgian. Sweat was building up between them, both their voices tinged with a certain breathlessness. 

From there Ellis crumbled. He couldn't piece together a coherent thought - let alone any utterance more verbose than moans and airy mewls, clutching to the green-eyed medic's arm as he rolled his hips in an even, deep rhythm. Each movement rustled the paper underneath them, the sound abrasive but strangely fascinating. He rolled them to strike up at an angle, sending shocks through Ellis' whole body each time.

The doctor's mouth traveled, biting softly along the swell of Ellis' neck, forcing his head to twitch and roll to oblige him. Hot, edged sighs escaped the older man and peppered the skin he was toying with.

Ellis arched into the thrusts, a snap of Nick's hips jutting into that sweet spot inside of him, and he let out a throaty keen as his muscles clenched around his lover. The tightness slowed him, cock held in the heat and softness of Ellis' body. 

Nick stiffened an instant - then growled in a hush of air, hoisting Ellis' leg a little higher and rutting fiercely into him. Deep strokes moved with a slick force, their hips colliding with the slap of skin-on-skin, Ellis barely able to move as the medic's cock drove into him with increasing ferocity, finding his prostrate with its blunt tip. 

The paper beneath them did not survive, ripping under their weight and the twist of their bodies. 

Ellis shouted out, body quaking with the pleasure that jolted up his body like electricity. "N-Ni-Nick!" escaped him in a stuttered cadence as the collisions traveled up his frame, the unfamiliar name drawled sharply as his exhausted body teetered on the edge of climax a second time. He felt himself leaking against his stomach, body tightening, so close.

Not that it stopped the doctor - he might've even sped up, thrusts shortening as he kept himself seated deep in between their apexes, bucking against the Georgian's hips to shove him into orgasm. 

He came hard, trying desperately to arch his spine but restrained by the doctor's arm. Waves of pleasure made him squirm his hips, unable to speak past a choked, desperate sound, the hot splatter of his release striking his belly and leaking onto the table beneath them. 

There was only a few short seconds where Nick kept moving, not slowing the urgency of his pistoned motions while Ellis' body tensed and clutched around him. Ellis thought he might scream when another thrust hit his prostrate and his cock pulsed, almost painful - but the older man was not far behind. 

Though the condom kept his seed from spilling up into him, Ellis felt the doctor climax: the rush of sudden heat, Nick jamming his hips tight forward to bury his cock as deep as he could manage before he stilled, and a heavy pulsing striking up deep into his lover's body. 

They both stilled slowly, practically stuck tight to each other just by clawing, grasping need, and the length of still-rigid flesh binding them together. Nick's mouth was limply set on Ellis' shoulder, panting harshly against his skin as he tried to catch his breath. 

Ellis' came in whimpers, whining faintly with each inhale. His body shuddered softly as the aftershocks of his second climax in so short a time crippled him. He nuzzled his head sideways, turning his cheek to Dr. Soretto's forehead, gasping softly. 

The doctor let Ellis' leg go gently, lifting up his arm to join his other one in a wrap around Ellis' body, cradling him in silence. He just barely adjusted his hips to pull his softening length out of Ellis, but beyond that, he sacrificed no closeness. The jelly coated their skin, squelching as Nick idly pushed his hips forward to bury his pelvis and spent member against the Georgian's rump.

It was only partially sexual. Mostly, it just seemed like an attempt to draw them as close together as possible.

Ellis closed his eyes, exhausted. Every inch of him buzzed and his legs were mostly numb. He could feel his skin flushed, fingers trembling a bit before he let them relax in their death-grip on Nick's forearm. 

Slowly, they calmed down, relaxing down against the ruined paper covering that wasn't exactly covering anything anymore. Ellis' whimpering settled slowly, the empty feeling after the doctor pulled out soothed by his body's sated hum and the tight hold Nick had on him. 

Grazing stubble tickled against his neck, the doctor dusting kisses from bruise to bruise on the curl of Ellis' neck and shoulder. He spoke lowly, almost confiding. "... shit... I haven't done something like this in - ... you're wonderful."  

A soft sigh of pleasure escaped the brunette, wishing he could do more than just barely smile and breathe a faint "You, too." 

He meant it. He felt calm, pulse slowing very gradually in his veins, the touches and the hold nicer than he'd ever expected. He didn't feel used, as he sometimes felt. It didn't feel rushed and messy and shameful. He just felt a pleasure, a warmth, a comfort.

"I'll drive you home in a little while. You can come get your car tomorrow." Dr. Soretto's voice spoke just against the crook of his neck, and Ellis just nodded in silent agreement. He'd never be able to drive; he was almost falling asleep. 

The Georgian didn't want to go at all, if he were being honest. He wanted to stay here or beg Dr. Soretto to take him to his home - unfortunately, still living with his Ma meant there was no way he could. She had lifted his curfew years ago, but if he wasn't home for breakfast, she'd call the police.

Ellis turned his head a little, and he let his eyes drift open. Some surprise struck him when he saw Nick staring at his face, green irises calm and not ashamed to shift to match his gaze when he was caught. 

He felt himself flush. Craning his head, the Southerner pushed his chin up to kiss the doctor - just to cover up his embarrassment, and as some silent apology. 

Ellis felt a smirk against his lips.

Maybe it wouldn't be so complicated after all.