Getting to the Bottom of Things 2/5

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Title : Getting to the Bottom of Things 2/5
Pairing : Sean/Viggo
Rating : NC-17
Warning : AU
Summary : Sean is forced to pay a visit to the doctor, and it's not what he'd expected !
Authors : mooms  (Viggo) and govi20  (Sean)

DISCLAIMER : Written for fun, not for profit, all dirty lies !

Part 1 : here

 

Getting to the Bottom of Things

 

Part 2/5

 

Viggo

 

Well he accepts my apology graciously and even apologises himself, then he actually admits a recent loss of libido, which he attributes to his being between projects at the moment. He seems convinced that all will be well, once he is working again.

 

I decide to take his blood, pressure, now that he has calmed down and  he rolls up his sleeve,  without arguing. It is a little on the high side and I mention that my behaviour, making him mad, probably hasn’t helped.

 

He looks up and smiles at me, his smile completely changing his face and disarming me. I have to remind myself forcefully that he is a patient and imagine that he has that tattooed across his forehead.

 

It is time to move onto the physical parts of the examination and suddenly I feel a little shy, which is ridiculous, as I do this every day. I start to tell him what I need him to do, calling him Mr Bean, but he interrupts me and asks me to call him Sean.

 

 “Okay Sean, well if you would go behind the screens and remove your underpants for me please. There’s a gown you can put on.”

 

My nervousness is making me smirk a little. I hope he doesn’t think I am laughing at him, just when we are getting on so well.

 

He goes round the other side of the screen after hesitating for a moment. I take a large gulp from my glass of water and a couple of deep breaths. Better to get this part over with first, I tell myself, then I go behind the screen to join him.

 

He is sitting on the edge of the examination table looking extremely apprehensive and once again, vulnerable.

 

He has put on the gown over his sweatshirt and is still wearing his baseball cap and socks but I know that in between he is naked and God help me if my cock is not showing interest. I am a doctor, dammit and this never happens to me. Well usually it doesn’t, because I never get to examine anybody I would actively choose to see naked.

 

I need to return to my script and deal with him, as I would deal with any other patient, so I gently explain to him that I will first need to examine his testicles for lumps, swellings or enlargements and compare to see if there is are any differences between them.

 

He swallows, nods and then takes off his baseball cap and lies down on his back .

 

I wash my hands and put on a  disposable glove, then turn back to my patient. He is twisting his cap and looking determinedly up at the ceiling, and I continue talking softly, to try and help him relax.

 

“This is something you can do for yourself in the shower and should check regularly. Or a woman can do it for you, during sex. I mean there’s no need to ask her to conduct a formal examination, but maybe, while she’s having a nice little feel………”

 

I take hold of the hem and turn the gown back over his belly, unveiling his genitals, which are really rather attractive, compared with the horrors I am regularly subjected to.

 

He really has a very cute cock and I admire it, while I gently squeeze his balls and check them out, causing a noticeable twitch.

 

“Well that seems fine, Sean. No signs of anything sinister. Next, I need to check out your prostate, so if you would just stand down and bend over the table for me, with your feet apart.”

 

He blushes again, but he gets up pretty quickly, relieved that the gown drops down to preserve his modesty. I turn to find my jar of lubricant and slick up my fingers, then when I turn back, I see that he has assumed the position and I draw in my breath sharply.

 

The gown opens down the back and has fallen apart to reveal quite the finest ass I have ever seen.

 

I move forward to stand close and place my dry hand on his lower back,

 

“Okay, Sean, just relax for me, please.”

 

Sean

He comes around the screen, and starts telling me he needs to examine my balls. He sounds almost apologetic when he explains why, and I am not happy, but I nod and lie down on the examination table.

He washes his hands and puts on one of those horrible rubber gloves. I feel really awkward and keep looking up trying to avoid meeting his eyes. He obviously tries to make me feel more comfortable by talking to me softly, telling me how I should do this on a regular basis myself, but I still feel quite tense.

He lifts the hem of the gown and the moment his hands touch my balls, softy probing, there’s something definitely stirring down there. It must be because no one has touched me that intimately for quite some time, but it’s still embarrassing and I hope he gets on with it, so he won’t notice.

I am quite relieved when he tells me all seems to be fine, but then he drops his bomb by telling me to stand up and bend over the table, so he can check out my prostate. Bloody fuckin’ hell !

But what can I do, so I stand up and bend over, feeling the cool air on my arse as that bloody gown falls open. I know I must look totally silly.

Now I am not a prude, and lord knows how many times I’ve dropped my pants in movies, but this is slightly different. Perhaps it would be a bit easier if this bloke would look a bit more doctor-like, but there’s something about him.. I don’t know.

I tense even more when I feel his hand on my back, and then he tells me to relax for him.

I try to control my breathing, willing myself to let the tension go and then I feel a slick finger pushing in, slowly progressing. I am trying to concentrate on all kinds of mundane things like traffic jams, garbage cans and the political crisis in Zimbabwe, but it’s no use, I feel my cock slowly awake from hibernation.

He curls his finger within me and “ding* a jolt of electricity moves through me, and I am biting my lip in order to keep silent. My cock immediately leaps into full attention, making the gown tent. I am blushing from head to toe, and I curse inside feeling totally embarrassed.

“Okay Sean, all seems normal and healthy,” he says, stripping off his glove.

Of course he can't help but notice the state I am in, and I blush even harder. For the second time today, I feel like a schoolboy again.

His eyes rest on my face, and he gives me a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry Sean, that’s a normal reaction. It happens all the time. And at least we know now you have no erection problem, don’t we ? Perhaps you should consider  involving your prostate a bit more in your sex life.”

The suggestion makes me blush even harder, and I can’t imagine ever asking that from any woman. The thought doesn’t arouse me either.

The thought of him touching me like that does make my cock twitch again though. What the fuck is wrong with me ?

Viggo

 

Sean is still very tense, as I begin to slide my finger into him. I can feel the huge effort of will he is exercising to try and relax and keep breathing evenly and I go as slow as I can.

I close my eyes, so I can’t see that beautiful ass and try to remember that I am a doctor here and he is my patient. I could be struck off just for what I am thinking here, but God, he is so tight and I would love to be doing this in a less clinical setting.

 

Curling my finger, I locate his prostate and he startles under my soothing hand, a small sound escaping, before he manages to bite it back. It isn’t enlarged and feels perfectly healthy, so I tear myself and my finger away reluctantly and straighten up, assuring him that all seems well, as I strip off the glove. We’ll do a PSA test as well. I have to take blood for various tests and will explain that in a minute.

 

He stands up very slowly and as he turns, it is more than evident that he doesn’t have an erection problem after all. Actually, neither do I, but fortunately I still have my pants on and the white coat, unlike his loose gown hides a multitude of sins.

 

He is clearly very embarrassed, so I tear my eyes away and fix them firmly on his face.

 

“Don’t worry Sean, that’s a normal reaction. It happens all the time. And at least we know now you have no erection problem, don’t we ? Perhaps you should consider  involving your prostate a bit more in your sex life.”

Shit ! He is redder than ever, so drawing attention to his erection was a bad idea. I must admit I am a little surprised by his discomfort. He is an actor and I am pretty sure he has taken his clothes off on screen plenty of times. I wouldn’t have thought he would be prudish or narrow minded.

 

“I’ll leave you alone now to put your pants back on, then we’ll need to take some blood for testing and I need to run some tests on your lung capacity, do a chest x-ray and of course an ECG.”

 

He seems relieved and I must admit that I am a little relieved too. I wash my hands again and sit down to make my notes, check the boxes and will my hard on to go away.

 

Sean takes his time, probably with the same motive as me, and I raise my head and smile, as I sense that he has returned to sit on the other side of the desk.

 

He is still uncomfortable and seems to be avoiding my eyes.  I put on my best bed-side manner- the doctor one, not the kind I’d prefer- and indulge in small talk to relax him. While I take the blood samples.

 

I ask him about sports and he tells me that he is a big fan of his home football club, but they just got relegated from the Premier Division, which is apparently very serious. He smiles shyly as he explains that was why my mention of the Premier Assessment annoyed him and admits to being on a very short fuse lately.

I have found a suitable vein and have my needle ready,

 

“Just a little prick.” I say automatically to warn him and am rewarded with a snigger.

 

I really like this guy and I realize with a pang that I will be real sorry when the assessment is over and he leaves.

 

Sean

He leaves me alone so I can get my pants on, and I sit back down on that table again for a while, trying to get my rebellious cock down. When I’ve calmed down a bit, I go and sit myself at his desk again, very grateful that it is hiding me from the waist down.

I still feel unsettled, but he’s really doing his best to make me feel comfortable, and by the time he’s ready to take blood samples I really am. He’s a funny guy, and I like him. In fact I like him very much, and it’s a shame I met him here, on his job, and not just in a pub or something.

We talk about sport, and it’s not the hairdresser’s sort of conversation, he seems genuinely interested. Before I know it I tell him about the Blades and their relegation, and explain him why I thought he was mocking me when speaking of their “Premier” Service.

He makes jokes while taking blood that make me laugh, and I am beginning to think Paul really made a good choice by sending me here. Even though I’ve had some embarrassing moments.

After the blood test, he takes me to yet another room, meaning do some lung tests, a chest X-ray and an ECG.

This time he asks me to strip down to the waist, and we both sit down while he presses a stethoscope to my chest. The thing is as cold as ice and since when am I aware of my nipples hardening because of that ? My sex drive seems to be back and full speed too, so much even that I am reacting to handsome men.

And since when do I acknowledge a man as handsome ?

He makes me stand behind the screen, and presses my chest to it, all the while talking in that soft American drawl, while preparing to take the  X-ray, then retreats behind the protective screen.

When that is over, I have to lie down again, while he attaches the leads for the ECG. His fingers move over my chest firmly, taping the adhesive  electrodes  on around twelve  spots. He jokes that at least he hasn’t had to shave my chest, which is fairly smooth.

He  is certainly taking his time about it, and damned if the movement of his fingers over my chest don’t make my cock stand up to full attention again. There is really something going on here, and I am not exactly sure how to deal with it.

I am an actor, and I’ve met and worked with a lot of people, which has given e me an insight to human nature. This man must be gay, or bi-sexual, because he’s sending out signals so strong even I seem to be responding to them.

Of course it’s not the first time a man’s hitting on me – even though he’s not really hitting on me, or is he ? – and I do remember a few times being down or feeling miserable, mostly because of a woman, and tempted to give it a try. But I never did, and after a while there was always some new woman.

I watch him going through the room, and the quick and sure movements of his hands, while operating the medical equipment. Usually there’s an assistant helping with this stuff, but he seems pretty capable of dealing with it alone.

I wonder if that receptionist is still there, but I somehow don’t think so. That means we’re all alone in the building, and I wonder why that thought makes my cock twitch.

I am in serious trouble I think.

 

Viggo

After the blood tests, I take him to run the other tests. In order to check out his chest and heart, I ask him to strip to the waist.

 

As I listen to his chest first, I enjoy the view, smiling at the way his nipples harden at the touch of the cold stethoscope. How very responsive, he seems to be, I think, moving round to listen from the back.

 

He has a beautiful back too, in fact, from what I have seen, he is altogether beautiful. I would very much like to see him all at once in the altogether, an idea I mull around, as I take his chest x-rays, then position him for the ECG.

 

As I move across his well-defined chest, attaching electrodes, it strikes me that this may well be the last chance I get to touch him and I am desperately thinking of how I can get to see him naked and touch him a little more, without totally overstepping the boundaries.

 

Could that be a small mole I see at the bottom of his rib-cage ? Hallelujah !

 

After the tests have been completed, he sits up and reaches for his sweatshirt. I clear my throat and try to keep my voice as neutral as possible, as I casually remark,

 

“I see you have a mole there, Sean. Have you any others and have you ever had them checked out ? “

 

He shakes his head and tells me that he’s not sure about moles in parts of his body he can’t see and, no, he’s never had them checked out.

 

I tell him that cases of melanoma have doubled over the past 15 years and that early diagnosis is crucial, which is true. I add that men are less likely than women to use sunscreen and it may be as well to check his whole body, just to make sure there are no sinister-looking moles anywhere. He should be aware of where on his body there are moles, as he needs to check regularly for any changes in size or appearance.

 

He nods at me, after only a moment’s hesitation, so we go back in to my office and I send him behind the screens again, this time to strip completely. I pace up and down the office nervously, feeling a little guilty, as this is not a usual part of the assessment by any means.

 

After a couple of minutes, he coughs and I ask him if he is ready. He grunts something muffled, which indicates to me that he is lying on the table, with his head in the pillow, so I step round the screens and draw in my breath sharply.

 

Sean is lying on his stomach, his head cradled in his arms and his long body spread out before me. His elegant back with skin as smooth as marble swoops down to curve at the swell of his buttocks, dusted over with fine, downy golden hairs. His legs are strong and muscled, marred only by an old. scar, probably dating from his childhood. As I drink in the view, he shivers slightly and I jerk into action, not wanting him to be cold.

 

I observe him closely, running my hands gently down his body and satisfying myself that there no other moles. I even check the soles of his feet, noting that he is sensitive and ticklish there.

 

“Okay,” I say, cursing silently at the hoarseness in my voice, “if you could just turn over for me now.”

 

I think at first that he is not going to do it, but after what seems an age, he slowly turns over to lie on his back. This time, he does not look up at the ceiling, but locks eyes with me, challengingly.

 

I drag myself away and look at him, seeing immediately that his cock is unapologetically erect. The urge to touch him is almost too great to be resisted and I am sinking in a quicksand here. I must maintain control, challenge or not, so I complete a quick visual examination and then dive back to the safety of my office and wash my hands again.

 

“Well, Sean, it looks like that is the lone mole, so it doesn’t look like you have anything to worry about. You may dress now.”

 

My hands are shaking as I resume my seat behind the desk, hurriedly adjusting myself in my pants and taking up my clip board.

 

Sean joins me, fully dressed and once again, I am avoiding his eyes, just like I did at the beginning of the interview. I know, though that he is looking at me and in the end, I have to raise my head and meet his eyes. There is no doubt that he knows exactly what I am thinking and what I would like to do to him. His expression is hard to gauge, though and he gives me no indication that my attentions might be welcome.

 

I hurry through the last part of the interview, telling him that when the results of all the tests are in, the whole report and my recommendations will be sent to him, with a copy to his GP.

 

I thank him for his patience, stand and shake hands with him. He thanks me too, then stops and gives me an appraising look, but saying no more, turns and leaves, without looking back.

 

By the time I have recovered enough to follow, he has taken the elevator down to the car park.

 

Oh well, you win some and you lose some, I guess. Shame, though !

 

Sean

We’re almost done when he asks me about the small mole I have, do I have any more ? Well, I am not used to looking at myself from all angles every day, so I wouldn’t know and I tell him so.

He tells me about the risks of melanoma, and how it would be best if he checked to see there aren't any more.

There’s something in his eyes that tells me this is not for the sake of my health only, but perhaps I am wrong. And I’ve heard about the dangers, even though I do use a sun screen. So I agree and he sends me back behind the screen again, this time asking me to strip down entirely.

Well I’ve shown it all before, and he probably has seen it all before, but it still feels strange lying there naked. I am glad there’s a pillow where I can hide my face. At least it’s not as embarrassing as that prostate thing, I think. He takes his time and I am getting a bit jumpy, so I cough to let him know I am waiting.

He comes around the screen and keeps still for quite a while.

‘The bloke is checking out my arse,’ I realize,‘ he probably arranged this on purpose. Within seconds his hands will be all over me,’ and I shiver.

And then his hands are really on me in a very thorough examination, stretching out to my feet even, tickling me, at least that’s how it feels. Of course my cock that hasn’t been down really during this long, strange visit, chooses this moment to rise even more.

I know there’s no way to hide it even a little now, so I hesitate a long time, when he asks me to turn over but then I shrug mentally. It’s all his fault really, he started all this.

I turn over and feel my cock jutting out. I don’t avoid his eyes, because I am pretty sure he’s brought me deliberately into this position and I can’t be blamed.

Now that he has me where he wanted me he seems a bit hasty and I can’t help smirking a little at the way he escapes into his office afterwards.

I dress and sit at his desk once again, watching him while he gives a routine talk about the results of the tests. We stand up and shake hands, and I just wait a moment, looking him up and down and then leave.

He could have stopped me, but he didn’t. Oh well, probably for the best. I can’t help feeling just a tiny bit disappointed though.


Four days later my phone rings. Four days in which I – I must admit – have given him some thought.

“Sean ?” This is Viggo Mortensen, erm, Dr. Mortensen, remember ?”

This time it’s my turn to make an easy joke. “Yeah, what’s up Doc ?”

“The results of the tests are all in, and you are just fine Sean. If you live a bit of a healthier life, you will probably easily hit the hundred. I just wanted to ask you if you could perhaps drop by the clinic next Saturday, not because there’s something wrong, I assure you, but I always like to discuss the results with my patients. Explain things, you know.”

I can’t help smirking again. “Are you that thorough with every patient Doctor ?”

“Viggo, it’s Viggo,” he says. “So will you be there ?”

“Sure Viggo, I’ll be there. Same time ?”

“Yeah, same time. See you Saturday then.”

I almost hang up, when he speaks again.

“Erm Sean ? No, I am not that thorough with every patient.”

And then he hangs up.

 

TBC

Comments

[readgreekeasy.livejournal.com]

ugh want more!

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Glad you are enjoying ! More tomorrow !

[marius2045.livejournal.com]

I can't remember if I commented on the first chapter. Did I comment? Well anyway...

This one made me laugh so hard, I had trouble breathing. Sean's voice was brilliant and the images rather striking. This one in particular:
I am trying to concentrate on all kinds of mundane things like traffic jams, garbage cans and the political crisis in Zimbabwe, but it’s no use, I feel my cock slowly awake from hibernation.

*rofl*

Can't wait for tomorrow and the next chapter.

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thamk you so much ! Glad we could make you laugh ! We are having fun with this one !

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"And since when do I acknowledge a man as handsome ?"

Much more now, since this visit to the doctor, I hope!!!

Your situations are always so inventive - I love that this a perfectly natural way to get Sean naked!!

Looking forward to more.

*still hankering after a doctor like Dr M*