Paging Dr Scott

by Rosina Scott

  “What about dinner?” he asked, vaguely aware that things might fall out of his control if he allowed Sheridan to see him naked.

  “It'll wait. I know the owners.”

  “You're sure?” Darcy's breath caught in his throat as he felt Sheridan's hand brush against his erection through the towel.

  “Positive,” Sheridan whispered as he gently tugged the towel free of Darcy's waist, leaving him completely naked in his arms. Sheridan smiled as he stepped back, holding him at arm's length so he could take him in.

  Darcy's heart hammered in his chest as he felt the intense scrutiny of Sheridan's gaze. He knew he was blushing but right now there was nothing he could do about that. He was more concerned with the fact that he was achingly hard and standing in front of a man he'd known less than three weeks, yet had been unable to stop fantasising about since he had met him.

  “Do you want to go now? Now you've seen me naked.”

  “Oh, I think we can spare a few more minutes. I'd really like to kiss you, if that's all right with you.”

  Sheridan's eyes twinkled.

  “I feel at a slight disadvantage here. You've seen me naked and thoroughly examined me, yet I've never seen you naked,” Darcy said softly as he looked into Sheridan's bright blue eyes. “But I'd like you to kiss me.”

  Sheridan's strong fingers touched his jaw, tilting his head up to face him. Darcy opened his mouth in silent yearning as Sheridan's lips brushed against his; they were soft yet sought admittance into the cavern of his mouth. He sighed as Sheridan's tongue slipped inside and began to tease him in the slow way he was beginning to love.

  Closing his eyes, he leant into Sheridan's body and wrapped his arms around the man. One hand came to rest firmly upon his tight buttocks, kneading supple flesh through the fabric of his figure-hugging black pants.

  Darcy's eyes widened as Sheridan pressed him up against the door and claimed his lips with a soul-stealing kiss. He groaned as the doctor's hands moved down and cupped his buttocks in strong palms, kneading him. Darcy opened his eyes and sighed as Sheridan lifted him effortlessly as if he weighed nothing. He wrapped his long legs around the man's body, feeling the smooth cotton sliding over the firm buttocks beneath as his bare feet rested on the back of Sheridan's thighs.

  He fisted his hands in the back of Sheridan's crisp white shirt and threw his head back to gasp for air. Darcy's head bounced off the door as Sheridan broke the kiss momentarily before leaving a love bite on his right collarbone.

  “Hey, are you okay?” Sheridan asked.

  “Mmm, I'm fine,” Darcy said as his heart pounded in his chest. He glanced down to see his cock pressed against Sheridan's stomach. He hardened further when Sheridan squeezed his buttocks firmly once more.

  “You're sure?” Sheridan asked as he gently set Darcy down on the floor and reached up to brush his hands through his hair, feeling for a bump on the back of his head.

  “I'm fine, just got a little bit overexcited. It's been a while since I was last intimate with someone.”

  “Maybe we should wait a while before we take things further. I know you haven't been with a guy before and I really don't want to rush you into anything. Because I know you're worth the wait.” Sheridan looked completely serious.

  “Thank you. I should get dressed, so we can have dinner.”

  “Such a shame we can't have a naked lunch,” Sheridan said with a smile.

  “We can take a rain check on that. Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll be out in a few minutes,” Darcy said and moved away from Sheridan's arms. If he didn't break the contact, then there was no way that he was going to get out of here before he did something he wasn't quite ready for.

  “Take all the time you need.”

  Darcy went into the bedroom and shut the door behind him. He took a deep shuddering breath as he tried to calm himself down. He really didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Sheridan and he knew if he didn't get his body under control that he was going to do just that. Fuck, what am I doing? Darcy thought as he glanced over at the bed and saw his clothes laid out already.

  He crossed to the bed and sat down nervously. He ran his hands through his hair, feeling the wet strands sliding through his fingers while he glanced at his mobile on the nightstand. When he saw that it was flashing, he picked it up. He had a message from Nick wishing him luck and telling him to relax, enjoy himself, and take it one step at a time.

  After setting down the mobile, he reached for his boxer briefs and pulled them on slowly. Darcy sighed as he stood up and tucked his still-hard cock inside, rearranging for minimum embarrassment. He had calmed down only somewhat since leaving Sheridan's embrace. He pulled on his black jeans and cursed under his breath as his fingers fumbled with the zip when he closed it. Once he was done, he smiled as he caught his reflection in the mirrored wardrobe door. These jeans showed off his long legs and arse to their best advantage, clinging to him in all the right places.

  God, I want him so much. Darcy pulled his black shirt on and fastened the buttons slowly. He just hoped that he wouldn't make a fool out of himself now that things were starting to get serious between them. Although he hadn't known Sheridan for more than three weeks, he already had deep feelings for the handsome doctor. He just hoped that those feelings were returned on more than just a physical level.

  He knew for certain that everything would be tested when he revealed how much the other man being a doctor turned him on, and how he had been fantasising about him wearing scrubs and the lab coat. And how the feel of those latex gloves from the physical had been on his mind ever since. He'd woken up on more than one occasion with an erection from dreams of Sheridan running his gloved hands over his body.

  Darcy pulled on his socks before shoving his feet into a pair of trainers. Sheridan had said smart casual and whatever he was comfortable in; he was most comfortable in these battered shoes. He grabbed his phone and shoved it into his pocket before walking to the bathroom to brush and style his hair. He ran some wax through it to tame the hair; he knew he really couldn't keep Sheridan waiting for the length of time it would take him to blow it dry so the wet strands would curl.

  Here goes nothing. I really hope I don't disappoint him tonight. Darcy splashed on a little of his cologne before walking into the bedroom and out into the main lounge once more. He smiled as he saw Sheridan seated comfortably on his leather sofa. He looked almost as if he belonged there and that made Darcy's heart flutter slightly at how right that thought felt to him already.

  “Sorry I made you wait so long.”

  “Don't apologise. I was early, so naturally you wouldn't be ready.” Sheridan got up from the sofa and turned to look at Darcy. He smiled brightly as he took in the way the jeans clung to Darcy's body. “You look absolutely stunning.”

  Chapter Five

  Darcy couldn't control the smile on his face and he practically bounced with his excitement. He was with Mike and Nick, sitting on the leather sofa beside Mike. In all the years he'd known them, he had never been so happy. He couldn't forget his date with the handsome doctor.

  “So, Darc, how did it go?” Nick asked, looking as impatient as Darcy felt.

  “I think I'm in love with him. I know that's completely crazy but I've never felt like this before.” Darcy grinned like the proverbial Cheshire cat. “He makes me so happy and I can't stop thinking about him when we're not together.”

  “It sounds like you've got it bad. So did the doctor meet expectations?” Mike questioned.

  “He was the perfect gentleman. He didn't try it on or anything. Completely respected my wishes and everything.”

  “So he didn't kiss you or anything?” Nick asked incredulously.

  “We kissed a couple of times.” Darcy blushed slightly as he remembered how Sheridan had pressed him naked up against the door and kissed him. And the way he had kissed him goodnight on his doorstep before leaving.

  “He also now knows that I have a thing for doctors and their outfits.”


  “How did he take that?” Mike asked.

  “He seemed to take it rather well and he even told me he'd bring his lab coat next time I saw him if I wanted him to. He also told me that he knew that I had a thing for his latex gloves already. He'd picked up on it during the physical, apparently.” If Darcy blushed any harder he'd combust.

  “I never knew you were so kinky, Darc,” Nick stated.

  “There are a lot of things about me that you don't know. Plus, I didn't really get to explore much of what I wanted when I was with Grant as he wasn't fully out of the closet as it were and, well, you know what happened there.”

  Somehow he couldn't regret it as much anymore now that he had met his dream doctor.

  “He didn't mean anything by it.” Mike laid a calming hand on his shoulder. “So kinks aside, I take it you want him on a more personal level as well?”

  “Mike, he's everything I've ever dreamed of and more, and for the first time in my life, it's like someone actually cares what I want in the relationship first and foremost.” Darcy smiled as he looked at Mike before turning his gaze to Nick who smiled back from his place on the cushions beside the coffee table. “Hell, he could have fucked me against the door in my flat before we went out for dinner but he didn't. He wants to wait until I'm ready to take that step. God, I wanted him so much the other night and if he'd asked I would have probably said yes, but he knew I wasn't really ready without having to ask me. No one has ever done that before. Grant never cared what I wanted.”

  “So when are you seeing him again?” questioned Mike.

  “I'm seeing him next weekend.” And he couldn't wait.

  “So your wrist's going to get a good workout before you see him next.”

  “Nick, shut up already.” Mike hissed as he threw the cushion at his lover.

  “Um, I should probably get going. I have work tomorrow and it's been nice catching up.” Darcy got to his feet and grabbed his jacket from the back of the sofa before stumbling slightly on one of the cushions on the floor in his haste to get around the other side of the leather couch.

  “Darc, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.” Nick jumped to his feet in an attempt to stop Darcy from leaving so suddenly.

  “It's okay,” he mumbled as he continued to make his retreat towards the door. “I really should be going.”

  “I'll see you out.” Mike followed Darcy after giving Nick a stern look that basically told him to stay where he was.

  Darcy shrugged his jacket on as he made his way into the hallway, closely followed by Mike. He knew he was blushing but there was nothing he could do about that.

  He had to get out of there; Nick's words had struck home with him. Yeah, he wouldn't be able to get through the next five days without thinking of Sheridan, but he hated that his closest friends were making fun of him, as if he were a randy teenager who couldn't control his urges.

  “I'm really sorry about Nick. You know what he's like. Always speaking first without thinking.” Mike looked crushed.

  “Yeah. Thanks for having me over.” He wasn't sure what to say anymore.

  “It's always a pleasure. But seriously, Darcy, don't let anything Nick said bother you. You know he loves you and wants you to be happy. He just doesn't always think before he speaks.” Mike squeezed his shoulder.

  “I know. Right. I really must go, don't want to oversleep and be late for work. Thanks again for all the advice and you know I wouldn't have given Sheridan a chance if it wasn't for you guys.”

  “I'm glad you did, because we haven't seen you this happy ever. He's good for you, Darcy.” Mike grinned as he let him out.

  Darcy smiled as he left the flat and headed off down the street. He knew his friends meant well even if he didn't always agree with their comments. At the end of the day he knew that they would have his back if anything went wrong.

  Chapter Six

  The next five days seemed to pass in a blur, and Darcy couldn't believe how busy he was at work. He'd barely had time to eat when he got home in the evenings before he fell into bed exhausted.

  He had missed Sheridan's call every night so far as he'd been asleep when the man had called him and he was anxious to see the handsome doctor. Text messages just didn't have the same effect as hearing the silky tones of his voice. Yeah, he'd left messages but Darcy wanted to talk to him.

  He'd get his chance soon enough as Sheridan was coming over to his flat tonight for a quiet night in with a film and drinks. So they could talk and get to know one another better without the prying eyes of others on them.

  Some things really shouldn't be discussed in a crowded restaurant or a bar. Not that he was ashamed of his kinks and fantasises, but with the nature of his job, he really couldn't take the risk that someone overheard him and let the news of his tastes get back to his superiors.

  Darcy had spent the majority of the day cleaning every inch of his flat. He really didn't want Sheridan to see his dirty laundry on the floor in the corner of his bedroom or the assortment of dishes in the sink. He changed the linen on the bed and made sure he had everything they might possibly need in the drawers just in case things progressed further than just dinner and a film.

  He'd also ventured into town to pick up a new outfit for his birthday in a few weeks' time, along with some groceries as he was running out of milk and he wanted to get in a nice bottle of wine for dinner. He just hoped that Sheridan would appreciate his efforts. He didn't entertain often and when he did it was usually only Nick and Mike who normally brought the wine with them and they'd order a takeaway.

  He'd not long since finished straightening his hair when he heard the buzzer. Biting his lower lip nervously he double-checked that he had turned off the straighteners and gave himself another once-over in the mirror. When he was satisfied that he looked acceptable and that he wasn't going to frighten Sheridan away with his appearance, he went to answer the door.

  Darcy instantly felt his heart skip a beat and his breath caught in his throat when he drank in the sight of Sheridan standing before him. The man wore a tight, black leather biker jacket and figure-hugging jeans that left very little to the imagination. The line of his cock was clearly visible against his right thigh, and Darcy knew he was in for a treat if that was how big Sheridan was in his flaccid state.

  “Hello, beautiful.” Sheridan smiled.

  “Hi.” Darcy stepped aside to allow his lover into the flat. He couldn't help letting his gaze follow the long lines of Sheridan's legs up to the tapered waist that was nipped in by the tight leather. He licked his lower lip as he looked at the tight swell of his lover's buttocks encased in the tight denim.

  “Enjoying the view?” Sheridan asked as he looked over his shoulder.

  “Um, yeah. Sorry.” He blushed hotly at being caught so blatantly staring at Sheridan's arse.

  “Hey, there is no need to be sorry. It's a natural response for a hot-blooded male.” Sheridan winked.

  “I've missed you this week,” Darcy told him as he followed the handsome medic into the living room.

  “I missed you too. I love hearing your voice before I go to sleep and I've missed our chats. I hope I'm not being too forward in bringing some things for the night with me?”

  Sheridan asked.

  Darcy stared at the small holdall Sheridan held in one hand; the other contained a bottle of red wine. It was really going to happen.

  “It's all right. I would like you to stay; besides I can't ask you to drive after you've been drinking,” Darcy said, smiling softly as he reached out to take the bottle from his lover. He felt the spark of desire as his fingers brushed against Sheridan's.

  “I didn't drive tonight, but I didn't want to presume. I don't want you to ever feel pressured by anything, especially something that I ask. If there is anything you're not comfortable with, I want you to tell me straight away. I don't ever want you to feel afraid of telling me if I am rushing you.” Sheridan's gaze had rarely been this intense.

  “I've never felt more comfortable with
anyone in my life. I've never shared my desires or my kinks with anyone before you, either. I trust you.” He swallowed.

  “Just promise me that you will tell me.”

  “I promise.” Darcy nodded and made his way into the kitchenette to set the wine on the counter. He bit his lower lip as he felt Sheridan's arms slide around his waist.

  The handsome doctor's erection pressed right up against his buttocks.

  “You know you're the most important person in my life right now and I hope to have you in it for a very long time to come,” Sheridan whispered as he pressed soft kisses to the side of Darcy's throat from the juncture of his shoulder up to behind his right ear. “I want to make all of your dreams come true.”

  Darcy let out a soft sigh as Sheridan's lips made contact with the sensitive flesh behind his earlobe. The sigh turned into a moan when he felt Sheridan's tongue caressing the flesh slowly before his lips fastened onto his skin. He was going to leave a love bite. Darcy pushed his crotch against the kitchen counter and tried to gain more friction against his rapidly hardening prick. He was becoming more aroused by the second. “Oh, God, Sheridan.” He gripped the edge of the counter as he felt his knees weaken under the onslaught of lips and hands.

  Sheridan snaked his hands down from Darcy's abdomen and beneath his shirt to tease the soft hair that led below the waistband and towards his groin.

  “You're so fucking sexy when you moan.” Sheridan growled as he moved to lavish the same attention behind Darcy's left ear. Gripping Darcy's T-shirt he gently began to pull it up, baring the toned body below as Darcy raised his arms to allow him to tug it free. “I want to test out one of your fantasies tonight. If you want it, that is.”

  “Hmm, which one did you have in mind?” Darcy asked as Sheridan's hand stroked across his chest, his fingers circling one nipple and teasing it to a stiff peak before moving on to give the other the same treatment.