Getting to the Bottom of Things 3/5

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Title : Getting to the Bottom of Things 3/5
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
Part 2 : here

 

Getting to the Bottom of Things

 

Part 3/5

 

Viggo

 

 

I try to relax and enjoy the rest of my weekend, but somehow, I just can’t stop thinking about him.

 

Trying to tell myself that it’s all for the best that we won’t meet again and sternly berating myself for acting in an unprofessional way, which most would construe as misconduct, doesn’t help one bit. Cursing myself for a romantic fool in pursuit of a guy as straight as a poker also doesn’t help. Wait, though, shouldn’t that be as stiff as a poker ? He was certainly that throughout our interview, which does give rise*snigger* to some interesting speculations !

 

Starting the working week and throwing myself into my work doesn’t help any, either. Through Monday and Tuesday, the unappealing bodies of the flabby captains of industry pass by me on my conveyer belt and serve to remind me just how beautiful Sean’s body is and how I would far rather look at it.

 

 I notice that they also seem immune to my charms and don’t exhibit the same reactions to having my hands on them either. Hmm !

 

Finally, I sit with the results of Sean’s tests on my desk.  He must have a pretty good gene pool, because for a guy in middle age, who drinks and smokes to the extent he does, he is really not doing badly at all. However, that’s not to say he can go on getting away with it indefinitely and there are some changes to his diet and lifestyle he should make. A conscientious doc would definitely be pointing this out to him and the personal touch is always best at promoting these changes.

 

I sneak a look at Carol’s appointment diary, while she is at lunch and check that there are no appointments for next Saturday. The clinic will be deserted, but I have my own keys and the codes to the alarms.

 

Taking a few deep breaths, I pick up the phone and call the number on his file. Within a handful of rings, I hear that voice, which makes my toes curl and my pants tighten.

 

I say who I am and hear his dark chuckle as he asks me,

 

“Yeah, what’s up, Doc ?”

 

The honest reply would be, “Me, you bastard !” Instead I tell him about the good results and go on to ask him to come in and talk about them. I am aware that I am talking way too fast and that I really care about his response.

 

I can hear the smirk in his voice, when he asks me if I am that thorough with every patient. He knows, damn him, but from the sound of it, he is going to go along with this.

 

I ask him to call me Viggo and press him to confirm that he’ll be there, which he does.

 

Just before we hang up I feel the need to confess that I am not that thorough with every patient, wanting him to know that he is special. Then, not waiting for his reply, I end the call.

 

Now I just have to make it through to Saturday and see if he does turn up, but if he does, what then ? Is there any chance at all that a straight guy is going to be prepared to hook up with me ?

 

There is always hope ! Let's see what happens , when Saturday comes !

 

Sean

I am a bit surprised about myself, I mean doctor or not, I know what he – Viggo – is up to. And it’s not something I would normally even consider. I have managed to push it away during  the daytime, but every single night since then, the thought of him touching me has made me hard again.

It’s like I am catching up after a long dry period. I doubt if Paul expected this side-effect. I know for sure I didn’t. I don’t feel like calling one of the women I sometimes date though, so I am pretty much wanking off every night like a horny teenager.

To be totally honest ; I am wanking off while thinking of him. It’s embarrassing but true, and I am both glad and not that he called. Perhaps things will be less confusing if I can keep my pants on and I will be able to forget about him. Or perhaps I won’t go eventually, I am certainly not obliged to.


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The rest of the week I’ve been torn between going and not going, but I am still on my way to the clinic again. I have no doubt he has invited me on Saturday, because there won’t be many people around, or perhaps even just the two of us again.

There’s that stirring sensation in my groin again, caused by the memory of shameful delight while bending over that table and feeling him stroking me from inside.

 

I sit for a while in my car in the car park, adjusting myself, and calming down. This is really ridiculous, I tell myself sternly, but my cock won’t listen.

There’s only one car here besides mine, so I guess it will be just the two of us. I take a deep and calming breath, telling myself I am only here because I am curious and nothing more. Nothing will happen unless I want it to ! And of course I don’t want it to. I think.

I take the lift up and walk into the office. No receptionist this time and I smirk. The door to his office is wide open, and he  is sitting  behind his desk, the white coat unbuttoned. His hair looks like he's combed it with his fingers and the shirt he is wearing  beneath the coat is screaming to be ironed.

“Good morning, Doc,” I say and he looks up and smiles. This time he blushes though and it makes me feel more in control. Definitely better.

“Viggo, ‘ he says. “How are you Sean ? I hope it wasn’t inconvenient for you to come over here again ?”

“No, it’s not that far. And besides, I am very curious to know what you’ve got to tell me.”

He stares at me for a second, like he has no idea what I am talking about. Then he shakes his head lightly and opens the dossier that is in front of him.

He starts explaining about the tests, feeling obviously more in his depth. He’s chiding me about my habits, but I am barely listening. There’s a strand of hair standing straight up, and I am looking at it, somehow feeling like touching it, unable to tear my gaze away from it.

I suddenly realize he has stopped talking and he’s staring at me. Our eyes lock, and slowly, tentatively even I stretch out my hand and straighten that rebellious lock of hair.

His hair is soft under my fingers, and I reluctantly pull back my hand, while we are still staring at each other.

I know I should stand up and go, if I don’t something’s bound to happen - the air is thick with anticipation – but I can’t, it’s like I am glued to the chair.

He catches my hand in the air and he then just pulls me towards him.

 

Viggo

 

By Saturday morning I am in a frenzy of anticipation and after a fitful night, full of erotic dreams, populated by Sean doing filthy and delicious things to my unresisting body, I go back to sleep after hurling my alarm clock across the room and wake with a start, to realize I am in danger of being late !

 

Swearing, and noting that my sheets are decidedly sticky, I take a quick shower, towel myself dry and still rubbing my hair, grab a clean shirt  and jeans out of the laundry basket and dress.

 

No time for breakfast, but I have a coffee machine in my office and I jump straight into my car and rush to the clinic, trying to avoid the lurking speed cameras.  I sigh with relief, when I find the car park empty. I hope he just hasn’t arrived yet and it’s not that he has  had second thoughts.

 

I ride the elevator up to the clinic, head straight for my office and put on the coffee maker. I have just finished my first cup, when I hear the hum of the  elevator and quickly grab my white coat, running my fingers through my hair.  By the time Sean appears in my doorway, I hope that I present the picture of the calm, assured physician, waiting to receive his patient.

 

I can tell  from the smirk in his voice, when he says “Good morning, Doc”, that I am not fooling him any more than I am fooling myself. The thought makes me blush and he grins, very confident this time and in control. When he tells me he came , because he was curious to hear what I would tell him, the air crackles with double meaning.

 

Fuck ! Needing to regain some control and composure, I flip open his file and start to talk about the results of the tests. This is better. I am on firm ground here, reverting to doctor/patient, but I am still aware that he is looking at me and not really listening.

 

I look up at him and he is staring at me with such an expression of fearful longing, that I want to ask him what it is that he wants. Our eyes meet, exchanging unspoken questions.

 

Then he leans forward across the desk, stretches out a hand and straightens a lock of my hair and when he goes to withdraw his hand, I grab it and pull him further towards me, standing up myself.

 

He doesn’t resist, as I put my other hand round the back of his neck, holding him steady and kiss him. At first, he lets me take charge and I begin gently, exploring and enjoying the contrast between the softness of his lips and the roughness of  his slight stubble. Then I rest my knee on the desk and deepen the kiss, my tongue demanding entrance. He parts his lips for me and puts his free hand on my shoulder, but he is not going to let me have it all my way and soon he is kissing me back fiercely. He tastes of tobacco, coffee and something faintly minty  and he smells of leather, citrus and something indefinable, but very male.

 

Feeling slightly dizzy, I have to come up for air eventually, but that was some  kiss. I realize that I am gripping his hand so tight that it must hurt and I let him go and stand back, panting.

 

He straightens up and fights to get his breath back too, then he laughs and shakes his head at me,

 

“Well, Doc, I have to say your treatments seem a little unorthodox, but you have one hell of a desk-side manner !”

 

Sean

His hand goes to the nape of my neck and then he kisses me. After a short moment of shock, I am kissing him back, and who would have thought it could be like this. The first time in my life I’ve been this intimate with a man, and it already feels better than the last few times I have had sex with a woman.

Our tongues are fighting a duel, and I am trying to give as good as I get. I taste strong coffee and an even stronger arousal on him, and I am completely lost in the kiss.

He releases the strong hold on my hand, and breaks the kiss. We are both panting, and staring at each other. He looks at me like he’s afraid I will turn around and run off, and I can’t help making a joke about his bedside manner. He laughs a little shakily, obviously relieved.

My eyes slide over his body, the unbuttoned white coat giving me full view on the bulge in his jeans. I close my eyes for a moment and swallow, so damned aroused, but afraid of the implications. I mean, what is happening here ? What’s with this guy ? And where will it lead  ?

But when I look up again, into those eyes, my body takes over and I stand up and go round to him. Before we both know it, we’re kissing again. He pushes me backwards, until I  am sitting on his desk, and then manoeuvres himself between my spread legs. The moment he grinds his groin against mine I lose all control and I can’t help moaning.

His hand comes down between us, stroking us both, our movements becoming more frantic. I let my hand join his, pushing us a little further. It feels so good, the friction almost unbearable and then he makes this strange, erotic sound in the back of his throat, and I come with a shout.

I feel him shudder against me while we cling to each other tightly for a moment, sweat stinging in my eyes, and fuck, what was the last time I came that hard ?

He slowly, almost reluctantly lets go of me, and steps back a little. Only now I start to realize what we’ve done. Here I sit, in a doctor’s office, on his desk and I just came into my pants. And worst of all : a male doctor.

I stand up, wincing a little feeling how sticky I am. Avoiding his eyes, I mutter something about washing up, and turn around, heading for the loo. I am at the door when he calls me back.

“Sean ? Will you be back, or are you leaving right away ?“

Strain shows in his voice, and I turn around slowly. His white coat is now as wrinkled as his shirt, his face is flushed, and his hair is sticking up again.

It would be great to think this was all his doing, but I know it’s not.

“Look Viggo, nothing like this ever happened to me before, and it’s a bit confusing to say the least. I’m also very sticky, so I need to clean myself up a little. But no, I won’t run out, I’ll be back.”

In the loo I rest my head against the tiled wall while I let cold water run over my hands. I feel a bit embarrassed about what happened, a bit nauseous even when I think how good it felt.

So good I want more, and it frightens me.

 

Viggo

He makes a joke again to cover his nervousness, but I figure that’s a good sign. He kissed me back, he didn’t punch me, or run out on me and he is clearly as aroused as I am.

 

Suddenly, he is round my side of the desk and we are kissing again. I push him down to sit on the edge of my desk and step into the space between his legs, nudging them further apart and bringing our straining groins close together.

 

My hand goes down between us and rubs us both, while the heady kiss goes on and on. I feel his hand join mine and in a moment, we both come hard, then cling together like drowning men. Well, I am drowning for sure and I feel that we are connecting on some level and it’s not just the physical, although that was just explosive !

 

Then he has stood and pulled away from me, refusing to meet my eyes and mumbling about needing to wash. He seems confused and a little ashamed and all but rushes from the room. No ! I can’t lose him now, when this is just beginning. I should have kept more control of things !

 

I can hear the anxiety in my own voice as I ask him raggedly if he will be back, fighting the urge to run over and restrain him physically from leaving.

 

His voice is steady and reassuring, as he tells me that this is the first time anything like this has happened to him and that he is both confused and sticky, but he will be back. Then he is out of the office and headed for the foyer, where I see him enter the men’s room, with relief.

 

I sink back into my chair and try to make some sense out of my chaotic thoughts. Of course he has a lot of processing to do and I need to keep my hands of him in the meantime ! He is also not the only one, who is sticky, as I am forcibly reminded, when I try to adjust myself and remember that my pubic hairs are now superglued to my prick and my under shorts. Ow !

 

Pain clears the mind and it occurs to me that of course, we have a shower here for the patients use and that he would be better to use that than try and clean up with paper towels. I hurry after him to tell him, hesitating a moment, before entering the men’s room and calling his name, as I open the door. I don’t go right in, but stand, eyes averted, holding the half-open door as a shield,  while I talk to him. I don’t want to embarrass him any further.

 

“Umm, Sean, sorry, I should have said, we do have a shower here. You may be more comfortable using that to clean up.”

 

He doesn’t answer for quite a while and I put my head round the door anxiously, to see him leaning against the basin, head resting on the tiles. Guilt flows over me. What have I done to him ?

 

“Sean, you okay ?” I want to go over to him, but I am leaving him some space.

 

He moves his head and looks at me, a little pale and strained, then to my eternal relief, he grins.

 

“And I don’t suppose you would have an ulterior motive for trying to get me in the shower, Viggo ? Gonna offer to wash me back ?”

 

Ow ! My glued hairs are tweaked painfully as my cock begins to revive again at the sound of that voice, his accent somehow thicker and the way he says my name , ‘Veeegoh’.

 

“Sadly, Sean, the cubicle is only big enough for one, but the water is hot and there are nice, fluffy towels. I could hold your towel and dry you after !”

 

“Hmm ! Seems you’ll be needing a shower too, so you can take yours, while I dry off ! Lead on, then !”

 

Sean

I still stand there when he opens the door almost apologetically, staying behind it, and tells me there’s a shower in the clinic that I can use. When I don’t answer immediately he does come in and asks if I am okay. I look up and when I see guilt with a capital G written on his face, I grin.

“And I don’t suppose you would have an ulterior motive for trying to get me in the shower, Viggo ? Gonna offer to wash me back ?”

I am only half-joking, as it would be just a little too much for me to take a shower with him. I am more than a little relieved when he tells me the cubicle is just fit for one person. I would prefer to think things over, before we take this any further.

Of course he’s in serious need of a shower too. But I still think I’ve got the right to go first, so I tell him to lead on.

As I follow him, I think how hard it is to imagine we only met a mere week ago. How I would have laughed if someone had told me I’d be rubbing up to that same doctor a week later.

The shower is indeed tiny, with a small floor in front of it, just enough to stand and strip off. There’s a small pile of yellow towels, indeed expensive, fluffy looking ones.

I undress hurriedly, anxious to wash and freshen up. The water is hot, like he said and it feels like heaven. I turn my head up to the streaming water and try to relax and think about what just happened.

So we had a bit of a grope, that’s not really a big deal. I mean we could decide here and then we aren’t going to meet again, and that would be the end of it. But if I am honest I know that’s not what I want.

I like him and I liked what he did to me, unnerving as it all was. But am I ready for more ? For some reason I visualize him on his knees in front of me, his lips wrapped around my cock, and I can barely bite down a moan. I don’t have to look down to know I am hard again too.

That man works on me like a powerful aphrodisiac !

Damn ! I suddenly realize Viggo is waiting to take a shower too, and probably wondering if I’ve escaped from that tiny window in the corner.

I turn off the water, and step out, quickly towelling myself off. I don’t bother with my boxers, just wrap them up in my jeans pocket and pull on the non- cooperating jeans over my still damp body.

I finish dressing and step out. Viggo’s waiting patiently outside, just clad in his jeans. His chest is covered by a thick pelt of fur and for a moment I wonder how it would feel under my hands.

He smiles at me, and his fingers start scratching his chest, like he knows what I was thinking. Fuck ! Here we go again...

“What ?, he says, and he looks at me as if trying to read my expression.

I step a little closer, not caring about the immediate effect on my cock.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you ?”

“Doing what Sean ?” Baby blue eyes, look innocently into mine, but he doesn’t fool me for a second.

“Never mind. I’ll be going then.”

“Don’t you think we should have a talk Sean ? Or do you just want to get away from me. ?”

This time he steps closer, and we nearly touch.

“You do have a disturbing effect on me.“ My voice has dropped down to  nearly a whisper and he smiles a sly smile.

“That’s pretty mutual then.”

“Shouldn’t you be taking that shower ?,” I murmur, fascinated by the way his eyes are darkening.

“Yeah, “ he says, and then my hands come up cupping his face and we’re kissing again.

TBC

Comments

[readgreekeasy.livejournal.com]

Yet again, I am absolutely LOVING this piece!!! Can't wait for tomorrow

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thanks again ! Glad you are still enjoying !

[shegollum.livejournal.com]

Woot! It's here! *claps hands deliriously*

Love all the puns in the second chapter!


"...when Saturday comes !" *g*

"...the contrast between the softness of his lips and the roughness of his slight stubble." ==> This thought ALWAYS kills me.


And you are killing me! In such a nice, nice way. I love the back-and-forth feeling Sean has but also the fact that he's not running from it or denying it. It just is. And Viggo is just damn adorable when he's not being hotter than FUCK.

*swoons*

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

*Fans you and loosens clothing* Glad you are still with us ! More tomorrow !

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thank you for your kind feedback. More soon !

[moondreamer1.livejournal.com]

heee! sliding from giggles to snorting and guffaws. "Wait, though, shouldn’t that be as stiff as a poker ? "

Yes, Viggo - unprofessional as hell - but loads of fun

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thank you ! We are having fun writing the boys too !

[marius2045.livejournal.com]

To be totally honest ; I am wanking off while thinking of him.
Now that's a thought I always like to read.
Can't wait for the next chapter!

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

More later today ! Glad you are enjoying this !

[ladymarshy.livejournal.com]

Very enjoyable, and a great treat for a wet holiday weekend!

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Glad we could help to make it bearable ! It's still raining here !

[redminerva17.livejournal.com]

This story is adorable -- and it's wonderful to laugh with (okay, and "at") the boys.

Poor Sean -- he had no chance, what with Viggo showing up with bed-head and a rumpled shirt. I couldn't have resisted him either -- not that I'd have wanted to.

I certainly hope that Sean doesn't take things much further at the moment -- I keep cringing just thinking about poor Viggo and those glued pubic hairs....

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thanks for your kind comments. More this evening.

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you ?” "

I certainly hope so . . .

Wonderfully erotic and very funny at the same time!

Amazing story and amazing writing.

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much ! Update later !

[snuffle007.livejournal.com]

You know what? I LOVE LOVE LOVE how you write!!! Funny, sexy, sweet, silly....ohhhh you fucking rock!!! you really really do!!!

This story is sooooo good. I love it!!! I cannot wait for more!!!! I'm so glad Sean isn't running and Viggo isn't pushing too hard (well maybe a little)

How can they resist each other?? Sean's gorgeous eyes and body and voice. Viggo's gorgeous eyes, body...oh they are both just fucking gorgeous!! Especially together!!

OOoohhhh more....oh please sir....I want some more!!!!

[govigmoombean.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for your kind words ! Glad you like it. Part 4 now up !