Paging Dr Scott

by Rosina Scott

  “There you go, all done now. You can open your eyes,” Kim told him and patted his knee after she taped a cotton ball to the entry point. “If there's nothing else, Dr Scott, I'll go and check on your next patient, and do their bloods while you finish up with Mr Reed.”

  She added labels to the two vials of blood she had taken before leaving them on the sterile tray alongside the gauze and swabs.

  “That's all. Thank you, Kim,” Sheridan said, giving her a bright smile as she passed him and made her way towards the door. “Mr Reed, I'm going to need a urine sample before you leave today, so that we can run the standard STI tests for you.”

  “You'll not find anything,” Darcy said, suddenly feeling very defensive. Sheridan was only doing his job as his doctor, and didn't actually imply anything about his sexual health.

  “I'm not saying that we will. But as your doctor I need to check every aspect of your health, so unless there is something that you need to tell me about your sex life that's going to affect the results of those tests, there's no need to get so defensive.”

  “I've got nothing to hide because there's nothing to tell,” Darcy said. He heard the door click shut as Kim left him alone with Sheridan. He felt his heart begin to pound a little faster. They were alone and the handsome doctor would be able to speak more freely with him.

  “When was the last time that you had sexual intercourse?” Sheridan asked as he walked over to Darcy's side.

  Darcy felt the colour rise on his cheeks as he looked down at his lap, noticing he was still erect from being in such close proximity to Sheridan. He moved his hands and settled them in his lap to try to hide his reaction. Glancing up, he saw the slight smirk on Sheridan's lips. The man had noticed; that much he was sure of from the way his eyes lingered on his hands. “The last time I was intimate with anyone was eight years ago. But it wasn't full intercourse.”

  Sheridan raised an eyebrow as Darcy shuffled nervously on the exam table. “Was that your first partner?”

  “I don't see what that has to do with my sexual health, but yeah, he was,” Darcy said and turned to look at anything other than Sheridan. God, he probably thinks there's something wrong with me.

  “Some STIs can show no symptoms and if they go untreated can cause serious repercussions in later life. As I said, as your doctor I only have your health in mind,” Sheridan said. “I'm assuming you've had the tests before and that a physical is not something that you're unaccustomed to.”

  “I've had them before, but never with a man who bought me drinks and caused my sleep to be disturbed,” Darcy said as his mind wandered back to the erection he had woken with.

  “Right. If you would like to lie back and think of something more pleasant, I will take the swab and get on with checking you over,” Sheridan said.

  Darcy swung his legs up onto the exam table. The tissue-paper cover crinkled as he moved to lie comfortably.

  He squinted into the bright lights overhead. Knowing the drill, he pushed the gown up, exposing himself so the exam could progress. He turned his head and faced the wall. His eyes scanned the information posters which littered the wall beside the window. He always thought it was funny that they put windows in the exam rooms, yet covered them with thick blinds despite the fact that the only thing they overlooked was the red-brick walls of other parts of the surgery.

  He felt his cock twitch as he heard the snap of latex when Sheridan pulled on the surgical gloves. God, I hope I don't embarrass myself today. I really like him but this is only a physical, nothing more.

  “Easy, I'm not going to hurt you,” Sheridan said and touched Darcy's penis gently. Darcy flinched and tried to stay still.

  Sheridan carefully pushed Darcy's foreskin back to reveal the glans. “Take a deep breath and relax for me,” Sheridan said and pressed the swab gently into his slit.

  Darcy bit his lower lip nervously as the swab went in. Sheridan removed it after only a few seconds. Darcy heard him walk away and rustle with a plastic bag.

  “You didn't tell me that you were a doctor last night,” Darcy said as he tried to break some of the nervous tension he was feeling.

  “You didn't ask. Besides, I have no idea what it is that you do either,” Sheridan said as he came back and rested a hand on Darcy's thigh. “I'm going to check for hernias now. So don't panic. I'm not feeling you up.”

  “I'm a tech specialist for the police,” Darcy said as he felt Sheridan's fingers ghost across his inner thigh before moving up to press against the juncture where it met his groin. He turned his head to look at the medic. He couldn't help but smile as he saw the way Sheridan's right eyebrow rose at the admission of what he did for a living. “You don't believe me? I can show you my badge.”

  “Turn your head and cough,” Sheridan said, not taking the bait.

  Darcy did as he was told, relaxing slightly under the careful touch of the man he'd dreamed about. He took deep even breaths as Sheridan's fingers neared his cock. He allowed his eyes to fall shut as the gloved hands moved across his abdomen, pressing down gently as he was asked to cough again.

  * * * *

  Sheridan smiled as he watched the young man on the exam table, who even now was so responsive to his touch. He could tell, should things go the way he hoped, that there would be a lot of interesting nights ahead. The man was so responsive and clearly needed direction. If he had truly been celibate for the last eight years, he needed a skilled lover to help guide him. Yet the revelation that he'd never been truly intimate with another man meant he'd have ample opportunity to show the younger man the joys of the flesh.

  Finding nothing on Darcy's right side, he moved his hand across to press his fingers into the juncture of his left thigh.

  “Cough again please.” His fingers moved, pressing against Darcy's body in all the relevant places. “And again.”

  Darcy did as he was instructed, breathing hard even as he followed Sheridan's requests. He bit his lower lip nervously.

  “You'll be happy to know that there are no signs of hernias. Now if you'd like to get up and stand beside the exam table, I'm going to check your testicles before moving on to your prostate,” Sheridan said in a matter-of-fact way, smiling slightly as he saw the nervous look cross the younger man's features. “Don't worry; I'm not going to take advantage of you in here. It would hardly be professional.”

  Darcy climbed down from the exam table and stood beside it, watching Sheridan for any sign that he was going to go back on his word. “So do you normally go to Xplicit when you're on call?”

  “Not always, but I do like the atmosphere in there. Plus, I'd have never met you had I not gone in there last night. Now please raise your gown for me so I can inspect your testicles.”

  Darcy flushed bright red as he reached down, gripped the bottom of his gown, and raised it to around his waist. He glanced away when Sheridan looked at his cock which was showing his interest, arching up proudly towards Darcy's stomach. There was no disguising the fact that Darcy was sexually attracted to him.

  “Well, it's good to see that there are no problems with blood flow,” Sheridan said with a smile, before moving closer. “Right now I'd like you to turn your head to the right and then cough for me while I check you over.”

  Darcy turned to gaze into his eyes.

  * * * *

  Darcy felt himself drowning under the intensity of Sheridan's look; it seemed to bore right into his soul. He held his breath momentarily as he forced himself to look away and do as he'd been asked. The sooner this physical was over, the sooner he'd be able to feel more comfortable again because right now he was clearly at a disadvantage.

  He couldn't help the sharp intake of breath when he felt Sheridan's gloved hand take hold of his testicles. It had been so long since he'd been touched like this by someone he was physically attracted to, and although he knew the touch was coming, he hadn't quite prepared himself for it.

  “Easy. I'm not going to grope you,” Sheridan said softly while he held Darcy's balls in his ha
nd. His fingers lightly stroked the surface while he checked for any abnormalities.

  “I bet you say that to all the boys,” Darcy said with a laugh as he realised just how insane this whole situation was.

  “Not all the boys. Some want to be groped. But then it's more than my job's worth to indulge in such things,” Sheridan told him, sounding serious. “Now if you could turn your head and cough, I have a busy schedule ahead of me and I really don't think you want Kim to come back in while I have your cock in my hand, now do you?”

  Darcy turned his head almost immediately. The blush creeping down his throat was a sign of his embarrassment. God, could I have sounded any more idiotic?

  Darcy coughed as he was asked, staring once more at the windows on the side wall. He was so glad he didn't have to worry about anyone looking in as he couldn't help the way his body shook with nerves when Sheridan's fingers ghosted across his balls.

  “Turn to the other side and cough.”

  When he turned his head Darcy's eyes lingered on the poster for male same-sex domestic violence. He desperately tried to ignore the way Sheridan's fingers against his scrotum were making him feel.

  “You'll be glad to know that everything appears normal down here. There's no sign of any hernias or anything else untoward.”

  “Well, that's good,” Darcy said with a nervous laugh as he turned to face Sheridan. He couldn't help but notice that Sheridan still held him in his palm. “My previous doctor said I was blessed with larger balls than most men. What do you think?”

  “I think he was very astute in his observation. I bet he told you had a beautiful and well-proportioned cock as well.” Sheridan smirked. “It's true, you know, everything he said. And take it from me, Darcy, I've seen a lot in my time and yours really is stunning.”

  “You're just saying that because you want to sleep with me,” Darcy said as he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. In mere seconds Sheridan's fingers would be caressing his length to check for abnormalities. He'd had enough physicals to know the procedure almost inside out.

  “Now that's hardly fair. I won't deny that I do find you incredibly attractive and I do want to get to know you better. But I meant every word of what I said. Now we're running out of time here. I can praise your bodily attributes at a later date to be arranged, but for now I have to finish your exam.”

  Darcy knew they were on dangerous ground, what with the fact that the nurse could come back in at any moment and they were very close to overstepping the line of normal behaviour, although their banter had already taken them over that line and then some. If anyone had overheard any of their discussion, Sheridan could be struck off. Even if Darcy had encouraged the flirting, it still wasn't appropriate for doctors and their patients.

  Glancing away, Darcy bit his lower lip as he felt Sheridan's fingers brush over the surface of his cock. The touch remained clinical and for that he was mildly glad as he didn't know how long he'd be able to remain unaffected by the touch if he couldn't keep his arousal under control.

  “Right. All done. You're perfectly healthy as far as I can see. Now, if you would turn around and lean over the table, I need to do the rectal exam.” Sheridan let him go so he could move into the required position. The doctor moved away to get the lubricant from the surgical tray.

  “Should you really be doing this exam considering what happened in the bar last night?” Darcy asked as he turned around, braced his hands on the edge of the exam table, and spread his legs slightly before bending over the table. He took a deep shuddering breath when Sheridan's gloved hands smoothed over his buttocks before he pushed the gown up at the back.

  “What happened in the bar last night was between two consenting adults. You wanted me to touch you; you also wanted me to kiss you. I remember that quite clearly,” Sheridan replied. He parted Darcy's buttocks and his anus flexed in embarrassing anticipation. “But in answer to your question, I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass you on to one of my colleagues because it just wouldn't be ethical of me to be your personal physician if we were to get closer. And I'd still like to get to know you more intimately.”

  “I feel you're at an advantage here, seeing as you've practically seen me naked already and have clearly inspected the goods as it were,” Darcy said and tried hard not to laugh as he felt the latex of Sheridan's gloves caressing his buttocks softly.

  “Hmm, that may well be the case, but from the way you react to me I know that you're still interested in getting to know me more. Now relax and this will be all over in a matter of minutes.”

  “Oh, you're so sure of yourself, aren't you? So sure I want to become more than just— argh…” Darcy groaned as he felt Sheridan's finger breaching his body. Gripping the exam table tightly, he closed his eyes and tried to breathe deeply as the doctor probed his body.

  “I know you want to get to know me better. I know when I see a man that's interested in me.” Sheridan's grin was audible.

  Darcy couldn't help but press back against the searching finger.

  “I think it'd be hard not to show interest when you have your finger in my arse,” Darcy groaned as Sheridan brushed against his prostate before easing his finger from him.

  “True, but not all men are attracted to other men. You're all done now. You can clean off and get dressed again.” Sheridan moved over to the counter, pulling off his latex gloves and dropping them into the bin in the corner.

  Darcy reached for the wipes on the tray beside the exam table. Darcy carefully cleaned himself off, before shakily making his way across to the screen and ducking behind it so he could dress.

  Once behind the safety of the screen Darcy took a deep breath before pulling the gown off. He could hear the older man moving around the room and felt his heart beating quickly at the thrill that Sheridan could see him naked if he just came around the other side of the screen.

  He quickly dressed, careful not to overstimulate his engorged shaft. He really didn't want to embarrass himself any further by coming in his pants.

  When he was fully clothed, he came around the screen and smiled at Sheridan who was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. He really was stunning and Darcy couldn't help but feel attracted to him.

  “So this is it then. You're going to be palming me off onto someone else.”

  * * * *

  “It's for the best really, and I will make sure you're well looked after. Darcy, I can't treat you as well as see you on a personal level; it's just not right. I will send your referral for your new physician in the mail in a few days.”

  Sheridan watched Darcy closely, noticing how insecure he looked compared to the man he'd seen in Xplicit the night before. Gone was the confidence and in its place was the haunted look of someone who had clearly been rejected before. He'd seen a hint of that when he had gotten called away in the bar, but he hadn't been able to ask him about it.

  He knew that some wounds you just didn't poke at, and the hurt he'd seen in the soft sienna eyes was one of those.

  Pushing away from the counter, he crossed to stand about a foot away from Darcy. He reached out and gently touched his arm to make Darcy look at him properly. He smiled softly as he reached into his pocket with his free hand and withdrew a business card. Handing it to Darcy, he watched as his eyebrows knit in confusion while looking at it.

  “I already have one of these,” Darcy told him, sounding confused.

  “Not like this one you haven't. I hope I'll see you tonight,” Sheridan said, but before Darcy had a chance to reply, there was a knock at the door.

  Kim stuck her head inside.

  “Right, that's everything finished. You'll receive your results in the mail within the next few days, but don't worry if it takes longer. Sometimes it can take a couple of weeks for the results to come in,” Sheridan said matter-of-factly, leaving Darcy with no doubt that there would be no further discussion.

  “Thanks,” Darcy said as he turned to leave, pushing the business card into his pocket. As he
passed Kim in the doorway he smiled softly as she looked at him.

  “See, I told you, you had nothing to worry about. He really is the best we have. Have a nice day,” she said as he left the room.

  “Thanks, you too.”

  Chapter Three

  Two weeks had passed since Darcy's physical and here hadn't been a moment when he hadn't thought about the doctor. He'd still not taken the plunge and called him, as he really wanted to wait for his results and to make sure that he wasn't just jumping the gun and letting his dick decide that he should get involved. It had been so long and he'd never felt this way about any other man besides Grant.

  He left the bedroom and noticed the mail had been delivered and was lying on the floor in the hall. Crossing the carpet barefoot, Darcy could feel his heart rate increase as he picked up the brown envelope from the floor, seeing the stamp from the clinic in the top left-hand corner. The results from his physical were in and, although it had been eight years since he had last been with someone, this year the knowledge that he would be clear of all STIs was more important than before.

  He knew he'd be clear but he always dreaded opening the results because what if his previous doctors had got it wrong? What if he had something that had remained untreated for too long?

  He held his breath as he ripped open the envelope and took out the letter. His heart rate jumped a little. There were more sheets than with any of his previous tests. Yeah, Sheridan had been thorough but he'd not done anything his other doctors hadn't besides the flirting, and that wouldn't explain the extra paper work.