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"Kevin," Aaron says as he walks into the bedroom. He closes the door behind him and the lock clicks softly. His posture is perfect, carrying himself with confidence. He's dressed professionally: the nicest slacks he owns, a button up that he spent the morning ironing out, his glasses—he's got them perched on the top of his head, pushing back the majority of his bangs and letting a few loose strands hang and frame his face. But more importantly Aaron's wearing a white coat, it's not his, of course, maybe borrowed or stolen, maybe ordered as a costume set, and a stupid stethoscope around his neck that Kevin thinks is miserably attractive.
The striker is sitting on his bed. Sunset streams in through the window, peaceful and golden. Kevin straightens up, looking from his phone as his name is called. He places it face down into the sheets, all of his attention honing in on Aaron.
"Doctor," Kevin responds. It feels strange coming out of his mouth, hesitant but warm in his gut. Aaron walks over slowly, his face shy and cheeks pink.
"Is this stupid?" He asks, stopping in between Kevin's open legs. Kevin's knees bump into him as his hands reach up to settle on Aaron's waist. He swallows, taking in his attire and shakes his head. Sue him for having a thing for smart guys. Damn his competency kink.
"You look good. Really good."
Aaron smiles, bringing a hand up to cup Kevin's jaw and nearly going in for a kiss. Kevin almost meets him in the middle, but then Aaron seems to remember what they're doing here and pulls away. Doctors don't typically kiss their patients. He taps his finger against Kevin's cheek once, twice, then steps back. Kevin already feels hot in his sweatpants.
"So, Mister… Day," Aaron clears his throat. "I'm Doctor Minyard." He pulls his glasses from his head, shaking his hair out and sliding them onto his face. Kevin watches the movement, his breath caught in his throat. "What brings you in?"
"Just a check up." Kevin swallows thickly, his skin vibrating. Aaron catches his eye, warm hazel asking if he's still okay. He gives a curt nod, his hands finding themselves as he folds his fingers in his lap.
"Routine physical," Aaron confirms. He takes another step back, surveying the room before dragging one of their desk chairs by the edge of the bed. He sits, back straight and hands on his thighs. "We'll get you all checked out, nice and thorough." A switch clicks, Aaron's voice thick like molasses. "How does that sound, Kevin?"
"Sounds perfect, Doctor Minyard." Kevin smiles politely, his cheeks warm.
Aaron returns the smile and reaches to grab his stethoscope. "I'm gonna take a quick listen to your heart, okay?"
The heart, in question, races against Kevin's will as Aaron holds the bell to his chest. He can hear his blood rushing even without the instrument. He does his best to stay still, even if his hands twitch in anticipation.
"Elevated BPM," Aaron comments, more to himself than Kevin. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yeah, yes," Kevin stammers. "Just a little nervous." Aaron gives him a furrowed look and Kevin curses him silently for taking his role so seriously. "My first doctor's appointment in a while," Kevin lies. Aaron smiles, faux sympathy, and pats Kevin's knee twice.
"That's okay, Kevin. I'll take good care of you." The look in Aaron's eyes is knowing and devious. He's well aware of how crazy he's driving Kevin right now. The stethoscope moves across the fabric of his t-shirt. "Take a deep breath for me."
Kevin closes his eyes, inhaling and exhaling like he would during any other physical. He's too conscious of Aaron's body heat seeping into his, of how properly hot his boyfriend is all dressed up like this, of how they're both just a few layers away from bare skin. He tries focusing on the check up itself; the metal knob exploring his chest, his spine, the careful delicate hands of Doctor Minyard. But fuck, being able to call his boyfriend doctor is doing things to Kevin that he wasn't aware of until now. His palms are sweaty thinking of Aaron checking his charts, his fingers caressing the scarred skin of his hand, his focused stare through the lens of his goddamn glasses.
"You seem to be in good shape," Doctor Minyard tells him, his hands retreating and leaving Kevin cold. Before Kevin can open his mouth, he continues with: "Though I think I would be able to perform a better examination if you're comfortable with stripping."
A hot rush cascades through Kevin's flesh as he nods a little too quickly. He can feel the warmth of his cheeks intensify. Aaron rolls backwards on his chair, giving Kevin space to move. Kevin almost expects him to hand over a gown and leave the room.
"I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I stayed." Aaron spreads his legs, planting his feet into the carpeted floor. His hands rest on the tops of his thighs as he leans back. The chair creaks with the movement. "I'll be seeing you either way." Kevin's heart thuds against his ribs, trying to keep his eyes on Aaron's face. The open space between his thighs is inviting; a second home. But this is his doctor and none of the dizzying thoughts in his head are remotely close to being appropriate.
Kevin remembers that Doctor Minyard had spoken to him, his lips parted with no answer. His brain stutters.
"That's fine." He says, his mouth dry. Aaron's eyes stay glued to him with no intention of looking away. Kevin lifts the hem of his shirt up slightly, flashing Aaron the skin of his waist and watching for a reaction. His doctor flicks his gaze to meet Kevin's, his pupils swollen. Neither of them say anything, Kevin only tugs at his shirt once more, slowly and carefully lifting the fabric up and over his head. He takes the extra time to fold it neatly, placing it on the floor. Aaron is still watching him, eyes raking across the expanse of his bare chest. Tan skin, strong shoulders, toned abs.
Kevin stands up and first, Aaron's neck tilts up, watching as his boyfriend towers above him, then his eyes immediately trail down to where Kevin's hands fiddle with the drawstring of his sweatpants. His teeth drag over his bottom lip, pulling at the silver ring, his breath heavy. Completely unprofessional. Kevin moves at a painfully slow pace, pulling the string and undoing the knot at the front of his pants. Kevin makes sure Aaron is watching before he ghosts his palm across his crotch. The look in his eyes goes hungry. Kevin's fingers dip underneath the waistband, circling around his hips and settling at his sides. Aaron gives the slightest of nods, approval and encouragement.
Kevin slides his sweatpants down his thighs, past his knees and down his shins. He even turns slightly, giving Aaron a better view of his ass. He chose a tighter pair of briefs today; ones that stick to every curve, ones that leave little to the imagination. Kevin folds his pants, setting them on top of his discarded shirt. He turns to Aaron, straightening back out and standing in only his underwear. His doctor is definitely checking him out, the slow sweep from head to toe not subtle at all. Kevin shifts slightly. It feels odd being the only one naked right now. There's something about it that twists in his gut as he craves for more.
"Is this alright… Doctor Minyard?" Kevin asks, goosebumps pebbling over his skin. Aaron's eyes are dark as he stands up from his chair. It does nothing to close the difference between them.
"It will work for now." Aaron gestures to the bed and slides his glasses back up his nose. "Lay down for me, please."
Kevin picks up his phone and places it in his pile of clothes before settling onto the bed. It's comfier than the beds at the actual doctor's office are. No leather cover or crinkly thin paper. It's the familiar mattress he's been sleeping on for years. The sheets smell like them. Kevin stares up at the top bunk, waiting for more instructions. Or even better, Aaron's hands.
The sound of the chair rolling closer has Kevin turning to face his doctor, but he's met with a short shake of blond hair and a finger pointing back up to the bars of the bed.
"Keep looking up for me, Kevin— that's it, good job."
His lips twitch, his insides tingling, but Kevin doesn't have enough time to bask in the small amount of praise; Aaron is quick to press the cold drum of his stethoscope to his bare chest. He flinches, not anticipating the metal on his skin.
"Sorry," Kevin's laugh is airy and embarrassed. "Cold."
"No worries." Aaron flashes him a smile. One that looks media trained, one that he'd only use in the office. "You're doing a great job."
Kevin takes a deep breath, warmth filling his ears a rosy red. Aaron explores Kevin's chest with his stethoscope— listening to his heart, his lungs, he tells him to breathe a certain way, listening carefully every time. Kevin's eyes are closed by the time Aaron's done, nearly dozing off until he places his hand on his stomach, gentle but firm. He blinks, head turning again.
"I'm just going to feel around your body. Make sure everything's nice and healthy." The stethoscope is back around Aaron's neck. Surely if he was a real doctor he'd be wearing gloves, but Kevin doesn't mind. Aaron's hands are warm as they press into the soft skin of his stomach, grazing against his abs, and caressing his sides. He holds his breath, afraid of any noise that could come across as inappropriate to escape. This was his doctor.
"So, Kevin," Aaron's hands pause on his torso, his eyes flickering across Kevin's body. He soaks in the attention, reveling in the fact that he knows he looks attractive right now. "Are you sexually active?"
Kevin coughs out an awkward laugh and considers the situation.
"Yes, I am." His eyes don't leave Aaron's.
"Girlfriend? Boyfriend?" The doctor asks.
"Boyfriend." Aaron breaks for a second, a quick smile flashing across his face, tongue playing with his piercing before he settles back into character.
"Luckiest guy in the world, I bet." Kevin watches him wink and wants to shove him and call him stupid.
"You are so dumb." Kevin reaches his hand out to swat in Aaron's direction which has him slapping back with a laugh— bright and infectious.
"Okay, okay— Kev, stop—" They're both grinning, fingers intertwined with one another. The look in Aaron's eyes is lovesick and Kevin wonders if he looks the same. "Now can I get back to examining you?" The blond asks, his eyebrow raised. "I can't let you leave the office without checking you out properly." Kevin spends another moment staring before bringing Aaron's hands up to his lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles.
"I think you've checked me out plenty." Kevin watches as Aaron rolls his eyes. "Take it away, Doctor Minyard."
His boyfriend clears his throat, hands back to touching Kevin with intent.
"Any pain?" Doctor Minyard asks him, tracing over each and every one of his ribs. He starts from the outside and follows the bone inwards, pressing lightly. Kevin's heart thuds beneath Aaron's fingers. He shakes his head, a dry No barely making it past his lips. The doctor continues, only this time he rolls his chair down to where he can reach Kevin's legs. He starts at his ankles, touching anywhere he can and running his hands over bare shins. Aaron pauses to massage his calves, tense and overworked from Kevin's awful exercise routine. Kevin kicks out instinctively at the sudden pain, his hand shooting up to cover his mouth and barely managing to muffle a groan.
"Does it hurt when I touch here?" Aaron gives him a look, one that reminds Kevin that he had told him not to do the extra workout, and rubs into the muscle again. Kevin's eyes flutter, wanting to glare back himself but fighting the aching pain shooting through his leg.
"Yes," is his guilty, grumbled response. Aaron hums to himself, fingers kneading into the muscle. It's deeper than the first two times; it feels like he's reaching inside his skin far enough to reach bone, he uses what knowledge he has against Kevin to touch him exactly where it hurts the most. Aaron knows his routines. Aaron knows Kevin always pushes himself too hard. He knows the way Kevin moans out in pain isn't too far from a moan of pleasure.
"You play any sports?" Aaron asks.
"Yes," Kevin spends a moment gaping while Aaron stares at him blankly. "I play exy, I work out, exercise," he starts to list off, still coming down from the buzzing ache of his calves. Aaron finally takes his hands off his legs and settles them on the tops of his knees.
"You should stretch more," his doctor tells him, leaning in just to make a point. There's a glint in his eyes that's past the doctor, past the med student, it's pure Aaron. "Don't push yourself too hard." He winks swiftly before turning to continue his examination. Kevin nods even if he isn't watching. At least this way Aaron won't see the high blush on his cheeks.
He doesn't know how appropriate it is for his doctor to be feeling up his thighs, but Kevin lets it happen anyways. Aaron's hands slide against his skin, fingers pressing into his muscles and pushing at the soft flesh. Kevin's teeth drag against his bottom lip as his touch gets higher. His thighs have always been sensitive. Aaron knows this. He wonders if his doctor can figure it out. As hands inch up his legs, Kevin instinctively spreads them— it's a small movement, enough to come across as simply stretching, but Aaron knows better. Wordlessly, his doctor reaches high enough where his briefs meet his skin. He massages the muscle there, his fingers moving back and forth, inwards and out, touching every part of Kevin he can get his hands on.
"Good job," Aaron says, his voice husky with focus. "Stay still for me, just like that."
It takes Kevin an absurd amount of self restraint to not move. He's frozen under Aaron's touch, slowly melting like ice. He wants to arch into his hand, he wants to pant and beg like he always does, he wants to tell Aaron to fuck off with this stupidly hot role play. Kevin doesn't do any of these things. He's a well behaved patient. He might even get a lollipop for being so good. He wouldn't eat it anyways, but it's the thought that counts. Aaron's hands retreat from Kevin's thighs, going back to touch his chest. There's a sharp inhale as fingers glide against his nipples. They stiffen quickly. It must be cold in this room.
"Are you always this sensitive here?" Aaron asks him, rubbing one of the buds between his index finger and thumb. Kevin's breath is shaky. He does his best to not make any sounds that would incriminate him.
"I guess so," he starts to answer, embarrassment bleeding through his words. Aaron applies more pressure, squeezing and rolling his nipple in the way he knows Kevin likes. "Yes, yes—" Kevin stutters, his back sliding against the sheets. He doesn't know if he's meeting Aaron's touch or trying to escape it. "Sorry, I'm sorry, doctor." His cheeks flare brighter than the sun. Aaron's lips curve into another smile, his eyes darker than friendly.
"That's alright, Kevin." His thumb brushes against his other nipple, working it to the same hardness. "You're doing such a good job." As Aaron makes fake mental notes in his head regarding his patient's exam, Kevin fantasizes his mouth latched onto his chest.
He has to stop himself from whining when Aaron pulls his hands back. His lungs heave and he wonders how long he can take all this build up.
"There's just one last procedure for the exam today."
Kevin's heart starts to run rabbit fast. Anticipatory. Eager. He knows what's coming next. He nods in understanding.
"I'll need you to strip all the way and lay flat on the bed." Doctor Minyard uses this time to get up from his chair and walk over to his desk. Kevin slides his briefs down his legs and folds them, adding to his pile. He feels exposed, bare and naked with a fully clothed Aaron in front of him. He's got a black box that he sets on the nightstand beside them. "Since you mentioned being sexually active, I'll have to do an examination of your— penis." Aaron stumbles on his explanation and finds no better way to say this eloquently.
"It's safe. It might hurt a little and we can stop if it's too much." Aaron works on opening the box and sets a metal tray down first. It looks medical, clinical. A cold chill cascades down Kevin's body. When he reaches back in, he pulls out a thin metal rod with a small ring at the end, then a small packet of lube with the word STERILE printed across it.
"This will be easier when you're soft." Doctor Minyard eyes his half hard cock and shame simmers underneath Kevin's skin. At least Aaron knows that his stupid doctor act does things to him. Before Kevin can say anything, Aaron continues. "I'm going to go sterilize everything," he watches as he organizes everything on the tray and holds it with both of his hands. He stands up, that stupid friendly smile back on his lips. "It'll give you some time to… Relax." Fire burns on Kevin's cheeks.
"Will you be okay all alone in here?" Aaron asks him, staring down at Kevin's bare form.
He gives him a curt nod along with a "Yes, Doctor Minyard."
Aaron leaves the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click. It's only when Kevin is sure Aaron is stepping away from the bedroom that he releases the breath he's been holding. He goes back to staring at the bars of the top bunk, willing himself to think of anything but his fate in Aaron's hands. Humiliation makes itself a home in Kevin's gut— Aaron telling him he couldn't be hard after he'd felt him up, the glint in those hazel eyes, evil and sadistic. This train of thought isn't helping his situation at all. Kevin takes another deep breath, pushing every thought of Aaron away— he thinks about exy. This year's Terrapin line up is laughable. They're easily securing a win against them next week. His time at Palmetto State is dwindling and he's already got pro teams shoving themselves at him, begging to have the Queen of Exy on their court. He wonders what Aaron would think if he chose to sign to a team closer to Chicago.
Kevin doesn't realize how much time had passed; he startles at the sound of a fist thumping at the other side of the door.
"Kevin?" Aaron's muted voice calls. It brings him back into their scene. A doctor returning to their patient.
"Come in." Kevin's throat scratches and he's in the middle of clearing his throat when the door creaks open. Aaron is back, carrying the metal tray, his white coat trailing behind him. He looks good. Kevin imagines a future where he visits him at the hospital with lunch, catching him in his scrubs, in his coat; he imagines the clean printed name Aaron Minyard and the word Doctor on his badge. He smiles, this one is hard to contain. Kevin has to pry his eyes away in order to clean the grin from his mouth. He wonders if this is the right time to ask Aaron to marry him. Doctor Minyard returns to his desk chair, setting the tray on the bedside table. The rod and the packet of lube sit together next to a pair of gloves, the ones that are always stocked up at the doctor's office.
"How are we doing, Mr. Day?" Aaron asks him as he settles back in. He sets the tray on the bedside table, his attention on Kevin. He doesn't miss the flicker of hazel eyes down his body. He has perfect timing, his cock completely softened by now. He's not sure how long it'll last.
"Good," Kevin responds through nerves. He swallows thickly, his throat bobbing. His hands are balled at his sides, fingernails pressing into his palms. As much as he tries to keep his eyes on Aaron, he can't stop going back to the tray. It's not hard for Aaron to follow his gaze, to read his mind.
"We're gonna go slow," Aaron explains to him. He takes his glasses off, wiping the lenses on the edge of his coat before sliding them up the bridge of his nose again. Kevin watches the action like a hungry animal. Aaron meets his gaze, pupil-blown eyes and parted lips, and throws Kevin a fast wink. It's quick enough that he almost misses it. Aaron stretches the gloves over his hands next, the latex clinging to his skin and carving out every single finger. Kevin's tongue peeks out to swipe across his bottom lip, craving the touch of his hands again.
Aaron rips the packet of lube open, pouring some out onto the rod and smearing it down the entire thing. It glints in the dull lamp light, metallic and wet. Kevin's chest tightens and his heart skips several beats thinking about it inside of him. He thinks about Aaron's reassurances. This is safe. They can stop whenever he wanted. They could stop now. "Are you ready?"
The silence droops over both of them like a blanket. This is safe. Kevin trusts Aaron.
"I'm ready." Kevin catches Aaron's eye, a careful nod and the corners of his lips twitching upwards. Aaron returns the look, full of gentle care.
"Lay all the way down for me, there we go. Good job, Kevin." Doctor Minyard leans over the edge of the mattress, the rod in one hand and the open packet of lube in the other. "It's going to be cold, okay?" Kevin nods, bracing for it. He sinks his teeth into his lip with a sharp breath, watching as Aaron squeezes out the rest of the lube onto the tip of his cock. He sets the wrapper into the tray and uses his free thumb to rub at his head. A heavy breath leaves Kevin's lungs, his eyes fluttering.
It's a strange feeling— the latex against his cock— but Aaron doesn't stop there. He handles Kevin's dick gently, fingers wrapping around the rest of him and enveloping him in that rubbery texture. Kevin almost wants to grind his hips up into his touch, just to know the feeling of a gloved hand job. He decides he'll ask another time. For now, his doctor preps him for the rod, holding him steady and leaning closer.
"Stay nice and still for me, okay?" The metal touches the tip of his cock, cold and slick. Aaron is talking to him, praising him, but everything suddenly feels heavy and muffled. His gloved thumb touches his head again, pulling outwards, soft and gentle, opening him up, exposing him. Kevin's breath catches in his throat, his cheeks are warm and dark. You blush so pretty Aaron would tell him. They've thrown around the idea of taking pictures during sex— Kevin laughed, asking if Aaron was implying they should make a sex tape. The response was a shrug and a smirk behind the can of his energy drink. Kevin wonders if Aaron would want pictures of him like this. He kind of wants to see.
"Take a deep breath." Kevin imagines the unsaid baby or princess and his brain short-circuits. Anticipation burns underneath his skin. He does, air filling his lungs without him thinking about it. His mouth is dry, his throat sandpaper. The breath leaves him like a gust of wind and he watches as the rod slides inside him. Doctor Minyard's hands are surgical steady, not a single shake, not a single tremor as it slowly sinks deeper and deeper. His senses are out of order, his skin hot, buzzing like the static of an untuned radio; his ears ring with muffled silence; Aaron's hands on him are too much, they're not enough.
The rod is inside him and strange is the only word Kevin can come up with. It's foreign and like nothing he's ever experienced before; invasive but not unwelcome. It doesn't hurt like he feared it would, but it's not the mind-numbing intensity Aaron had said it would be. Kevin wonders if they're doing all this for nothing. It's pressure, a small whisper in the back of his head telling him to push it out. His lungs inflate with air, even and stable on the exhale despite his nerves exploding throughout his bloodstream.
Kevin looks down and it's barely an inch in.
"How does it feel?" Doctor Minyard asks, clinical and ready to take notes, like he doesn't have Kevin's dick in his hand.
"It's cold," he manages. He can feel every word coursing through his veins. Kevin takes another deep breath, staring at where the rod meets the tip of his cock and trying to keep his composure. The cold metal, the cold lube, intruding deep into a place he's never touched before, that he's never even thought of touching before.
"Cold," Aaron repeats, thoughtful. "Can I keep going?" Kevin stares down at how much left of the rod there is to take and can't imagine it all fitting. A trembling breath rattles from his chest, a sound bordering a quiet whine. It's hard for Kevin to keep still. He wants to twist and pry his hips away from the intruding object, he wants to arch his back and feel it sink further inside. Kevin's head starts to spin before he remembers his doctor had asked him a question.
"Yes," He nods and his fingers find soft sheets, grounding himself. "Yes, Doctor Minyard." The smile flashing across Aaron's face is fleeting and color rises to his cheeks.
Aaron's thumb rubs against his tip, circling around where he's opened up around the rod. It's gentle and soothing despite the rubbery feeling of his glove. He flicks a look up at Kevin before his fingers stroke down, holding him at the base of his cock. Kevin can't hear himself breathing as Aaron's hand squeezes around him, maybe he forgot how. His other hand guides the rod in another inch, slow and steady once again. Doctor Minyard treats his patients with diligent care. Kevin will be sure to leave a good review.
The rod slips deeper and Aaron's eyes are glued to Kevin's cock, the stare hot enough to burn, watching as it swallows the metal. He uses his shoulder to bump his glasses back up onto his face, hands unmoving. Kevin sighs, sinking back into the pillows and proper swooning. He swallows thickly, looking back to his doctor. Arousal boils underneath his skin, deep in his gut, inside his cock. It's beginning to feel deeper than he imagined it could go— pushing and prodding against his bladder, getting stuck between his lungs, spearing out his mouth like an animal being hunted.
"Doing okay, Kevin?" Doctor Minyard's voice is breathy. He's as affected as Kevin is. His cheeks are a dusty rose, his freckles barely visible in this light, his lips are slightly parted and chapped, sucking in the small breaths of air he can while staying hyper-focused and still. Kevin wonders if he peels back his white coat if he'll see a tent in his pants. He can feel himself getting hard around the rod, pleasure crackling like the start of a storm.
"I'm okay." Kevin strains. "Is it in?" His words are already starting to slur.
"Not all the way," Aaron tells him. There's another comforting rub to his cock and Kevin wants to melt into it. He fights back the needy whine ghosting the edge of his lips. He's going to behave. He's at the doctor for god's sake. Kevin blinks, staring back down to where the rod disappears inside of him. There's still half sticking out, maybe even more than half. Kevin doesn't remember how long it is. He can't tell how much is in him. "Can I give you more?"
The idea of more makes Kevin lightheaded with how much he wants it.
He nods slowly with a quiet, "Mhm."
"Mhm," Aaron echoes. "Can you use your words for me, Mr. Day?"
Kevin wishes he could give him the glare he deserved, but all his energy is contained, ready to confetti into a million pieces with one wrong movement. Instead he whimpers, because it's the only thing he knows how to do, the sound just below a whisper; quiet enough to hear in the silence of the room.
"Yes, doctor." The red on his cheeks is bright, matching the flush of his chest.
Aaron takes this as his cue, feeding the rod deeper into Kevin's cock, inch by inch— though Kevin only lasts another second before a burst of pleasure cascades through his body, starting down at his dick right up to the top of his head. He gasps, sharp and loud as his back arches. Aaron lets him, he watches him awestruck, like Kevin's a god. Something strong and powerful being brought to submission. Aaron's always liked to see him like this.
"Fuck—" Kevin drives his hips down into the mattress, his ass grinding against the sheets. He's trying to be good, to stay still, but everything's been dialed up to one hundred. It hits him like a bus, every nerve and muscle aching. He can feel the rod sitting inside him, sensitive and cold. Doctor Minyard observes him like an animal behind glass, fascinated and enraptured.
"That's it, Kevin. You can take it, just like that, there we go." Aaron talks him through it. His voice is soft like a pillow, rich like chocolate. Kevin softens in his hands, skin hot and sensitive. The rod slips in even more, penetrating the inside of his cock— the sound coming from Kevin's mouth is loud and thick, a disgusting mix of a gut-punching moan and a broken grunt. A noise he's never made before. It's one that has his hand flying to his mouth in hopes to suppress it. Kevin can feel his blood rushing through his veins, he can hear it pumping in his ears, embarrassment loud like sirens. His fingers tremble against his lips, his toes curl against the mattress; his breath is hot enough to cloud his own vision.
Kevin tries to focus on Aaron, his eyes bleary and lashes wet as it sinks impossibly deeper. It's not painful. It's traversing off road into uncharted territories, it's throwing back one more burning shot of vodka that does him in for the night, it's the foreign pleasure of the inside of his cock being touched. Dangerous and addictive.
Aaron twists the rod and Kevin feels it like a slap in the face. He chokes on the four fingers he scrambles to shove in his mouth, swallowing back a groan. His nails scratch his tongue, his cheeks hollow out, his eyes shut tightly enough to wring out the tears clinging onto his lashes. Kevin feels impossibly full, intensity flaring inside of his cock; tender and sensitive like pressing on a bruise, stinging like an open wound.
"Kevin," Doctor Minyard's voice is a guiding light. He's going to be okay, he's being taken care of. "Do you want to stop?"
He shakes his head, his hand leaving his mouth and leaving a spit slicked trail from his lips to his fingers. He's hyper aware of the metal rod in his cock, feeling it with every breath he takes. "Mm, nuh uh."
Saliva drools down his chin, tongue peeking out as he pants. He can imagine how fucked out he looks already— he wonders how he's supposed to take more. The need for it claws at him from the inside of his chest. He wants Aaron to pick him apart into pieces, to be completely unraveled and brainless, he wants Aaron to fuck him while he's got the rod in, filling him everywhere. The thought of it makes his cock pulse and his heart beat faster.
"Mr. Day," Aaron says with a soft fondness. A gentle reminder. Like nudging him awake from a nap. "Would you like me to stop?"
"No." The truth comes in the form of a raspy whine. "Keep going," Kevin's hands tangle in the sheets beneath him, spit drying to his skin. "Please, Doctor Minyard."
"You're doing such a good job, Kevin." The praise is bright sunshine, golden on his skin. Kevin soaks it up, a weak smile twitching at his lips. There's a wordless animal inside of him that wants to plaster itself to Aaron's thighs, to feel his skin and breathe him in. It wants to beg and whine words like please touch me. But he has to remember he's a patient. This is his doctor. The rod inside him pushes in another inch, dragging a heady gasp from Kevin's lungs.
"Almost there," His doctor tells him. Kevin's eyes flutter and his chin rubs against his chest, watching him handle the rod. It's a visceral sight, a painted picture of metal protruding from the tip of his cock. It feels thick inside him, stretching him out and leaving a gaping hole where it shouldn't be. Aaron caresses his fingers along the underside of his dick, tracing the vein trailing from the base to the tip. Kevin is properly hard at this point, flushed and erect in his doctor's care.
"It's not gonna fit." Kevin's thighs are trembling, his voice cracking into an embarrassing whine. Sunset is on the cusp of leaving, drowning them in a darkness only aided by the small lamp in their room. There's a lack of blinding fluorescent lights today at the doctor's office.
"It'll fit," Aaron tells him with another comforting stroke, this time right below the head of his cock. Latex clings to Kevin's skin, unfamiliar but not uncomfortable. "Don't worry."
"Where's it gonna go?" Kevin thinks Aaron and him have talked about this before, but his head is full of clouds, his brain made of cotton. He can't remember.
"Inside you." Aaron breathes. Kevin's lips press together in a pathetic whimper, thinking of how it'll feel even deeper, how it's going to be inside of him. "You're gonna be okay."
Kevin nods, trusting Aaron's reassurances. He's a doctor after all. It feels like falling face first into a safety net, like passing the ball across the court to score the last goal. When Aaron sinks the rest of the rod in— how many inches were left is none of Kevin's business anymore, not now, not when everything's been cranked up to two hundred— Kevin's back arches completely off the bed. Metal scrapes, rubs, touches something inside him that explodes through the rest of his body. His vision goes white-hot, enough to make him see stars. Kevin nearly screams. He does scream; loud and guttural, the noise ripped straight from his throat, dragging into a whine. It's an ugly sound, almost inhuman.
It's blinding pleasure, hitting Kevin from every direction. It devours him when he's weak and vulnerable, when he's at the hands of Aaron.
"There it is." Aaron's voice finds him through it all despite the ring in his ears. He can hear the smug look on his face, smirking because he knows what he's doing— Kevin could come now if he thought too much about it. Aaron knows exactly how to touch him, how to bring him to the brink and keep him there. Kevin hums his pleasure, the sound stringing into wet, hot pants as he tries to catch his breath. Aaron had mentioned that the rod could reach deep inside, far enough to touch his prostate. Kevin didn't think it was actually possible, he didn't think it would feel like this.
Kevin groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Aaron rocks the rod back and forth, right against his prostate, right against that bundle of nerves that has him reeling. Fireworks explode beneath his eyelids, every pop a bright punch to his gut. He's tried long enough to stay quiet; this is the dam crashing down. Swears topple from Kevin's lips, vowels and consonants tripping over his tongue like a drunken slur.
"Sorry," comes out in a loud whine, ugly tears brimming his lashes.
"That's alright, Kevin." When he comes to, Aaron is holding the rod by the hoop, the rest of it buried inside of his cock. "You can make as much noise as you want when you sound that pretty." Kevin thinks that's a rather inappropriate thing to say as his doctor and he wonders if they're still putting up with this bit. Through his bleary vision, there's a sly smile that's more Aaron than Doctor Minyard. A choked out groan rips itself from Kevin's throat as the rod moves inside him again. Heat rushes through Kevin, a concoction made of nerves and the fact he's never been more turned on in his entire life. Maybe Aaron should be a professor instead with the way he's teaching Kevin everything he never knew about himself.
"Are you still with me?" Aaron turns his face to get a proper look at Kevin. His face is scarlet red, glasses sitting low on his nose. Kevin nods as his hips twitch against the sheets, the motion just enough to move the rod and crying out as it rubs him from the inside. He thinks his brain is melting, Aaron standing at the stove mixing a pot of pink slime with the burner on high. Kevin's fingertips are numb, his limbs are lifeless, the only thing he can feel is the rod stretching out the inside of his cock, rolling against his prostate. He's floating, completely at Aaron's mercy.
"Yes, Doctor Minyard," Kevin remembers to say, his voice all breath as he shoves his face sideways into his pillow. The fabric soaks up his tears as he openly drools into the plush. He wants to fuck himself onto it, plunging it into the depths of his body; he wants to rip it out and watch it clatter to the floor, basking in the feeling of being empty. Aaron pulls the rod out an inch along with a sharp gasp of air from Kevin's chest. He sinks it back inside, bumping his prostate and watches Kevin's back arch, studying the sheen of sweat building on his skin.
"You're throbbing," Doctor Minyard tells him. His words are starting to blur together, going in one ear then out the other. "Do you want to feel?"
"Huh?" Kevin's throat is raw, he sounds fucked out and mindless. Before he can remember the meaning of words and what they mean when they're put together, his doctor is guiding his left hand to his cock, wrapping his fingers around himself. He whines, tight-lipped and pathetic. His cock is hot in his hand, sensitive to the touch. It pulses thickly around the rod, like a heartbeat through a stethoscope, like it's trying to push it out. Kevin's fingers twitch, instincts telling him to touch himself, a slow and steady pump. One upstroke is all he makes it through before sensitivity overtakes him.
His hand squeezes around his cock, full and flushed. Kevin tries focusing more on the scars covering the back of his hand rather than his nerves crashing against each other. Breathing is hard like this, every inhale and exhale manual at this point. He needs to remember how his lungs work. He pants, open mouthed and wet, clinging onto this side of the universe. Kevin's feet slide against the sheets, his heels digging into the mattress, grounding himself in any way he can. When Doctor Minyard's hands return to the rod and starts driving deep little circles inside of Kevin's cock, his fingers tighten around himself and his back arches, writhing in the air. Sweat dampens everything around him like a sauna.
"Holy fuck, hah—" Kevin stutters, his breath catching in his throat and his voice sounding far from his own. Heat boils in his gut, flames lick underneath his skin, and he feels the rocks crumble beneath him as he stands on the edge of a cliff. Doctor Minyard takes this moment to start sliding the rod in and out of his cock, fucking him slow and deep, edging him closer and closer to falling. A loud string of incoherent noises drip from Kevin's mouth, intoxicated and tortured by pleasure.
Warmth coils in his stomach like a bubbling cauldron, boiling liquid, rising with every stir of the metal rod. It takes over all of his senses, agonizing euphoria building like a giant wave, seconds away from crashing down.
"Aaron," Kevin's voice echoes through the silent room, loud and desperate, tongue slipping and forgetting where he is. His body writhes against the bed, his hair tousled in every direction, sticking to his pillow. Adrenaline rushes in his veins, sweat beading at his temple. His lungs breathe out in a staccato rhythm, the rod still thrusting deep into him. Kevin's lips moves with no sound. He scrambles to relearn the ability to speak. "Doctor Minyard—"
His mouth falls open in a cry, high and whiny and pitiful. His doctor finally takes mercy on him, pulling the rod out completely. It burns, but it doesn't hurt. It's hot and smooth sliding out. Kevin feels impossibly empty. He almost asks for Doctor Minyard to put it back in, to keep him full forever, but what comes out instead is another grating noise, broken and choked out. Kevin is coming. His entire body tenses through his orgasm, curling in on itself and craving the warm touch of his doctor's hands, no matter how inappropriate. His cock throbs, pulsing as cum dribbles from the tip, spurting out in ropes.
The inside of his dick is so unbearably sensitive that Kevin briefly thinks of screaming. He almost does, but it comes out a dry moan against his sandpaper throat. Tears glaze over in his eyes, blurring his vision and starting to drip down his face. It crashes over him all at once and Kevin feels something other than white hot blinding pleasure. He's exhausted. His head rolls back and forth against his pillow, desperate to find a comforting place to land, to curl up and sleep forever.
Kevin's hand is still in a loose fist around his cock, pliant and useless. He's still stretched out and leaking. Warm fingers twitch against himself and overstimulation slams into him like being body checked into plexiglass. He whimpers, sensitive and miserable, and even that takes more energy than Kevin imagines he has.
Doctor Minyard fades back into vision. His white coat is gone. So are the rod and his gloves and his glasses. Kevin can't think about where they might've gone, but wonders why he would take them off. Is his check-up over already? Kevin sniffles, loud and gross. He takes Kevin's hand and pries it from his softening cock, dropping it into the soft sheets. Doctor Minyard laughs, short and muted. It's the prettiest thing Kevin's ever heard. Warm hands caress his face and before Kevin can stop to think about why his doctor is touching him like this, he leans into the touch. He's melting. Words are being spoken, his doctor's mouth moving with no sound coming out. Everything is heavy, like trudging through quicksand. Kevin blinks wetly and swallows, the noise thick in his throat. His doctor nods at him and he can only think to nod back. Surely that was the right answer.
The mattress feels like water, carrying him further out to sea. He sees Doctor Minyard walking away through bleary eyes and realizes he has no life boat.
Kevin's entire body is tingling, numb and tender. His head spins as he wonders where he'd gone. It must be his fault, he must've done something wrong. The feeling starts in his chest, tight enough that he can't breathe. The tips of his fingers turn into radio static, pulsing and buzzing through his veins. Kevin twists and turns, surveying the room and searching for any signs for his doctor. Maybe he'd hallucinated him leaving, maybe he'd somehow missed him walking back in. He's still alone. The door hangs open, leading out into the hallway. Kevin wants to call out, but can't seem to remember how words work.
Footsteps get louder and Kevin holds his breath, eyes darting as fast as his heart beats.
"Doctor Minyard," he chokes out, voice raw and wet.
"Kevin," he says. So full of love and care. Like the word was meant to linger on his tongue. He appears in the doorway like a guardian angel. He closes the door behind him and is quick to stride back over, placing a glass of water on the nightstand. Suddenly Kevin remembers that his throat is desert dry. He expects Doctor Minyard to take a seat in his chair again, to pull out a notepad or pull his stethoscope on. Instead, he sits on the edge of the bed and takes Kevin's hand in his.
"Kevin," he says again. "Baby, are you okay?"
Baby. Kevin soaks up the word like sunshine. He would do anything to hear it again.
"Doctor—" he begins to say, like it's the only word he knows, but it barely reaches his own ears before he's interrupted.
"Kev, you don't have to call me that anymore." A thumb rubs over the skin of his knuckles, familiar and grounding. "Do you remember who I am?" Hazel eyes stare forward, soft and kind. Kevin knows these freckles. He knows this soft jawline, this silver ring around the corner of these lips. It comes back to him slowly, the fog dissipating.
"Aaron." It's a sigh of relief. Stray tears trail down his cheeks. This is and will always be Aaron. His Aaron.
"That's right," Aaron says with a nod and a smile. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"Thought you left me," Kevin admits, vulnerability streaming through the cracks.
"I'm never gonna leave you." It's gross and sappy and the truth. Aaron brings Kevin's hand up to his lips and kisses him for the first time tonight. He kisses him again, lips against his temple. It sparks through his skin like a charged defibrillator. "Can I clean you up?" Kevin nods, sniffling. He would rather a shower, or even a nice bath— with bubbles even— but exhaustion takes hold and the mere thought of getting up feels impossible. Then there's a warm washcloth wiping at his skin, his thighs, his stomach.
"How are you feeling?"
Kevin lets the words sink in, the gears in his brain slowly turning. He smirks, lopsided and lazy. "Is this a part of the exam?"
"It's part of me being a nice boyfriend."
They both laugh. Quiet and just for the two of them.
"I feel good. Tired." Kevin yawns.
Aaron finishes cleaning Kevin off, even going so far as to brush the towel across the head of his cock. It sends shocks through every limb as he flinches horribly, hips driving away from Aaron's hand. It burns with red hot sensitivity. It's easy to remember the feeling of the rod inside of him. As Aaron plants apology filled kisses on his cheeks, Kevin wonders when they can do it again. The washcloth is discarded in a laundry basket when Aaron goes in search of new clothes. Kevin watches shamelessly when Aaron starts to strip out of his button up, licking his lips when the expanse of his chest is exposed. The fading bruises on Aaron's pecs match the ones on Kevin's thighs.
Kevin likes this part of the night. Where the dull lamp light casts them both in murky warmth, where the room is a peaceful kind of quiet, where he can sit back and let Aaron take care of him. Aaron is wearing one of his shirts. It's got his name in huge font on the back like a claim. He's wearing flannel pants that he has to cuff the ends of since he's so short. Kevin thinks about shrinking him down to the size of a bug, just to keep him in a jar like a pet. He wonders if he's gotten too soft, if these thoughts are disgustingly mushy and sound proof that he's fallen in love.
"I love you," Kevin says. Just because he does.
"I love you, too." Aaron kisses the top of Kevin's head. His hair is probably still damp with sweat. Aaron probably likes it. He helps Kevin with his boxers, one leg at a time, followed by his favorite cozy pants (red sweats with the Trojans logo on the hip), then finally one of Aaron's shirts. It's oversized on him, making it the perfect fit for Kevin. It's got a graphic from some video game that he can't remember the name of. The colors are faded and it smells like him.
"Can we sleep?" Fatigue crashes into Kevin like a speeding Maserati. His eyelids are heavy, his skin still reeling with sensitivity. He rolls over, inviting Aaron into bed. He sits by Kevin's side again, picking up the glass of water from the nightstand.
"Water first." Kevin groans, tempted to turn away and start counting sheep. "Doctor's orders." Aaron tags on with a smile, guiding the cup to his lips and helping him drink. Kevin downs half the glass before pulling away and spilling a stream of water down his chin. He wipes it away with his arm, too tired to have any faux anger towards Aaron. His eyes slip close, burying himself in the comfort of his pillow. The day feels like it's lasted forever. For once in his life, Kevin is glad there's no practice tomorrow.
Then the glass is taken away from him and the light clicks off. Shadows engulf the room and for a split second, panic sets in. There's the heartbeat of unknowing and the childish fear of the dark. For a split second, Kevin is alone. But then Aaron is there, crawling into bed with him. Warm chest and cold feet. His Aaron. Kevin is quick to wrap his arms around him, plastering himself to Aaron's back and breathing in the smell of his hair. He hums in content, leaning down to kiss his neck.
"So," Aaron says, voice quiet in the dark. He shifts around, pulling the blanket over both of them and placing a hand on Kevin's waist. "How was it?"
Kevin breathes hot air against Aaron's face. "So fucking good." Even with his eyes closed, he can see his boyfriend's shy smile.
"Good. I'm glad." Aaron scoots closer, tangling their legs together. "It wasn't too much?"
"It was too much in a good way." Kevin kisses Aaron's forehead, lips lingering on his skin. "I wanna do it again."
"Really?" Kevin can feel Aaron's heartbeat quicken. Can hear it pounding in his chest. "Do you think you could take a bigger size?"