Paging Dr Scott

by Rosina Scott

  “You know you're really beautiful when you come.”

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  “Thanks,” Darcy said shyly minutes later when he had finally gained his composure once more. He knew he was blushing but he didn't care. Right now he felt more alive than he ever had done when he was with Grant. “Stay the night?”

  “Only if you're sure. I don't want you to feel pressured into me being here.”

  “I'm certain. I want to wake up next to you.” He smiled as he took in the features of the man that lay beside him. Yes, there was an age difference but that really was the furthest thing from his mind. He didn't care what anyone thought either because right now he was truly happy. He stifled a yawn and looked away briefly to hide the grin that spread across his face as he saw the discarded bandages lying on the carpet beside the bed.

  “I guess I wore you out, huh?” Sheridan sounded amused.

  “A little, but in a good way,” Darcy told him as he turned over to lie on his side so he could wrap his arm around Sheridan's waist. His fingers trailed up the warm chest to tease Sheridan's nipple gently.

  “I'm glad,” Sheridan said while trying to hide his own yawn. “Maybe we should try and sleep.”

  “You're probably right.” Darcy moved to lie on his own side of the bed, still facing Sheridan. He was content to watch him while he tried to fall asleep. It seemed like the doctor was asleep within moments of his head hitting the pillows.

  Darcy felt the beginnings of sleep overtaking him, and the rhythmic breathing of his companion was enough to make him feel tired. He yawned again as he noted that Sheridan was soundly asleep, and he knew that he could finally succumb himself.

  Darcy couldn't believe what had happened tonight and he was still in awe of the handsome doctor that lay naked apart from a pair of silk pants beside him. He looked so young while he slept. All the slight wrinkles that showed his age faded as his face relaxed in repose. He itched to reach out and touch him, but contented himself with wrapping one arm around the washboard abs and letting his fingertips tease the dark curls that peeked out above his waistband as he snuggled up closer to the doctor.

  Pressing a light kiss to the nearest shoulder, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into a deep and peaceful sleep.

  Chapter Seven

  “Um, do you want something to eat?” Darcy called as he moved away from the bed into the bathroom.

  “That would be nice,” Sheridan said. He heard the toilet flush as he moved to lean against the doorjamb. He watched as Darcy poured some of the lemon-scented liquid into the toilet bowl and began to scrub at it with the brush, rocking on his feet as he worked.

  “Okay, two secs and I'll put some toast on. That all right with you?”

  “That will be fine, thanks.” Sheridan's cock throbbed as he watched Darcy cleaning the toilet. He couldn't believe how arousing it was to see the play of muscles in Darcy's back as he went about such a simple task.

  Darcy flushed the toilet and replaced the brush in its holder before moving to wash his hands. Sheridan smiled when his lover turned around, biting his lower lip nervously as he saw him watching him from the doorway.

  “Thank you for last night,” Darcy said as he crossed the short distance between them and pressed up against Sheridan. He sighed as their chests touched and the soft hairs on Sheridan's chest brushed up against Darcy's hairless one.

  “You're more than welcome, Darcy.” Sheridan leant down and placed a soft kiss to Darcy's lips.

  “Come on. Let's get some breakfast.” Darcy slipped from Sheridan's hold and into the kitchen.

  Darcy slid two slices of bread into the toaster, and then moved to the fridge and opened it to pull out a carton of fresh orange juice. Darcy set it on the counter before reaching up to get two glasses out of the cupboard.

  Sheridan couldn't resist; he snaked his arms around Darcy's waist and pressed up against him. Darcy let his head fall to the left as Sheridan's breath touched his throat before he placed open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.

  “You're so beautiful in the morning,” Sheridan whispered. His hands slid down to cup Darcy's heavy cock and balls. Darcy whimpered as Sheridan cradled the heated flesh of his testicles.

  “Please, Sheridan, don't tease me if you don't mean to go through with it,” Darcy said and turned his head to look at him.

  “I'm sorry.” Sheridan moved away to pick up the carton of orange juice and began filling the glasses. He couldn't help smiling to himself as he heard Darcy buttering the toast after loading two more slices of bread into the toaster. I could get used to this. Sheridan looked up to see Darcy smearing marmalade onto the toast and cutting it into triangles.

  “I'm sorry; do you want a piece while the rest cooks?” Darcy asked. He blushed as he seemed to realise that he had just made the toast the way he liked without asking Sheridan how he had his.

  “It's okay. I'll wait.” Sheridan watched Darcy move to sit at the tiny table, which looked like it belonged on a small patio rather than in the kitchenette.

  “Sorry. I just went into autopilot and didn't even think,” Darcy said as he licked the marmalade from his fingers.

  “That's fine. I know how it goes. I'm the same first thing in the morning,” Sheridan told him as he ran his fingers lightly through Darcy's hair. “You really are beautiful in the morning,” he whispered as he leant down and captured Darcy's lips in his own. He tasted the sweet and sticky marmalade while he explored the depths of Darcy's mouth.

  * * * *

  Darcy clung to Sheridan like a lifeline as he arched up from the chair to follow him as Sheridan kissed him deeper. He didn't want the contact to end. Threading his fingers through the soft hair at the nape of Sheridan's neck, Darcy whimpered when he felt Sheridan's hands grip his buttocks and squeeze them firmly while he stood pressed against the older man's chest.

  “Sheridan, your toast's going cold,” Darcy whispered as soon as he got his breath back. He could feel the heat of Sheridan's body.

  “It's better that it's the toast that's cold and not you. Although we could have a lot of fun warming each other up,” Sheridan said with a smile as he pressed up against Darcy to let him feel just how interested in that idea he was right now.

  “Did you have something in mind?” Darcy asked as the handsome medic's erection brushed up against his own.

  “Oh, I can think of a few things. Sliding my hands over your soapy body while I wash every inch of you,” Sheridan told him as his voice became thick with his arousal and he brushed his hands over the younger man's taut backside. “Before tasting you. Darcy, I want to rim you.”

  “No one has ever done that to me before,” Darcy whispered, ducking his head as he felt the heat rise up his cheeks.

  “We don't have to if it's not something you want to do. I know that you're new to this.”

  “With you I am willing to give it a try.”

  Darcy finished his toast in silence, giving Sheridan shy glances as the older man ate his. Darcy could get used to this, the company first thing in the morning and the companionable silence. It was something he hadn't had since he was still living at home. He got up to leave the table, downing the remainder of his coffee before giving Sheridan a gentle kiss.

  “I'll see you in the shower when you've finished your coffee, but don't rush on my account; we have plenty of time before I have to leave.” Darcy said as he slipped away, leaving Sheridan to enjoy his first coffee of the day.

  Darcy closed his eyes as the hot water ran over his tired muscles, washing away all traces of the previous night's activities. In other places he itched from the dried semen. He lathered up his soap and ran his washcloth over his body, his full balls and his semi-erect cock. He whimpered at the touch and remembered the feeling of Sheridan's hand upon him. He looked up into the spray, allowing it to wash over his face as he pressed one hand flat against the cool tile, his washcloth forgotten in his hand. He gasped as he moved his hand steadily along his rapidly hardening shaft, feeling the tightnes
s of his balls as he neared his release.

  “You're not going to come without me, are you, gorgeous?” Sheridan asked as he climbed into the shower and slid his arms around Darcy's slender waist. His hands glided over the hard planes of Darcy's stomach and his fingers danced across the wiry pubic hair surrounding his erection.

  Darcy groaned as he felt Sheridan's hands slowly working him. Turning his head slightly, Darcy captured his lover's lips and lazily kissed him over his shoulder.

  Sheridan ran his free hand over Darcy's chest, rubbing soap suds over it while his fingers pinched the pebbled nipples.

  Darcy whimpered with desire.

  Darcy's moans only increased as Sheridan skillfully continued to work his foreskin back and forth as he rubbed the dusky tip with his other hand. He worked his fingers beneath so he could stroke Darcy, rubbing the pre-cum beneath the foreskin. Darcy arched his hips as he moved under the water so he was leaning heavily against the side of the shower.

  Sheridan moved around in front of Darcy and his thick cock brushed against Darcy's while he deepened the kiss. All the while he manipulated the foreskin up and down so the dusky head was exposed.

  “You're so fucking hot, Darcy,” Sheridan said with a growl against his lips while he grasped his own cock and positioned the head against Darcy's. Their pre-cum mingled together as Sheridan rubbed Darcy's foreskin up and down so that it covered the very tip of his own cock where they touched. Sheridan groaned as he began to fuck himself inside Darcy's foreskin, thrusting his cock against the mushroomed head of Darcy's cock, sliding it inside the foreskin.

  “Oh, God, Sheridan.” Darcy moaned at the sensation of Sheridan touching him so intimately.

  “Feels incredible, doesn't it?” Sheridan whispered as he moved away slightly, so he could look into Darcy's eyes which were blown with desire. “Think I'm going to save rimming you 'til later when we have more time to make it incredible for you. I really don't want to rush it and sadly I have to get back to work soon.”

  “I wish you didn't have to go,” Darcy said as he wrapped his arms around Sheridan's neck, stepping forwards to press his wet body against him.

  “So do I. Come to my place for the weekend and I will make it up to you,” Sheridan said as he leant up and kissed Darcy softly, tangling his hands in the wet strands of his hair.

  “I wish I could, but I have a conference this weekend. I won't be home 'til Monday as it's an out of town event. I'm sorry.”

  “It's all right. I understand how it is. You could always come around on Monday night if it's not too late when you get back and you're not too tired.”

  “I can't promise that I'll be up for that. I'd like to but can I think about it and let you know before I get my flight on Monday?”

  “That's fine. Now we really ought to finish up. I have to get going soon,” Sheridan said as he gripped both of their cocks in one hand and began to gently palm their erections, causing Darcy to gasp into his mouth as he leant back in to kiss him hungrily.

  Darcy tangled his hands in Sheridan's hair as he arched up against him and tried to speed up the pace.

  Sheridan seemed to deliberately keep the strokes of his hand slow as he fought for dominance of the kiss.

  Darcy gave in and let Sheridan lead the kiss as well.

  He was rewarded by the pace increasing as he began to lose his control. He grew more and more aroused as Sheridan's wet body rubbed against him; he whimpered into the kiss as the strokes faltered.

  Darcy writhed against Sheridan, feeling slippery skin everywhere. His breathy moans seeped into Sheridan's mouth as he came hard, shuddering against him while his come spilled over his hand. Sheridan continued to stroke them both to completion and followed him over into a shuddering release moments later, gasping as he came.

  Chapter Eight

  It had been a long week for Darcy ending with being out of town over the weekend. He really missed Sheridan and knew that he would have to make it up to his sexy doctor when he returned home.

  Sheridan had told him he had been busy with work also. A rush of youngsters had had to be screened for all manner of sexually transmitted infections, what with it being the last week of summer break. Every one of them wanted the reassurance that their indiscretions of the summer wouldn't cost them the relationships they had while at school and college.

  Darcy hadn't been able to get away from his meetings for more than a few well-timed bathroom breaks and lunch. Even then, when the conference finished for the day, he was both physically and mentally exhausted and not up for a phone call, despite missing his lover like crazy.

  When he had finally got off the plane, he was shattered and in no fit state to drive even though he had wanted to. He was almost dead on his feet as it was. Several flight cancellations meant that it was gone midnight when he finally landed.

  Bundling himself and his weekend bag into the back of the first taxi outside the airport, he wearily gave his address and fell into a light slumber on the way home. The streetlights flashed as they passed by in a blur, and he quietly dozed.

  The cab driver woke him by gently shaking him. He mumbled his apologies and paid the fare along with a little extra for having to put up with him drooling on the upholstery as he slept. After thanking the driver, he got out and stumbled up the front steps. He pressed his key into the lock to let himself inside the building, locked up behind him, and he made his way across the foyer to the lift. The rickety iron railings slid back when pushed. He climbed inside and punched the button for his floor. He winced as he heard the mechanism squeak when it began its ascent.

  He was so tired that he didn't realise he had reached his floor until the brunette that lived across the hall pulled open the railing and smiled at him as she climbed into the lift car.

  “Rough night?” she asked.

  “Hmm, it's been one of those days. Nightmare at the airport,” Darcy replied as he exited the lift and smiled at her in return. Although they'd lived on the same floor for several months now, Darcy didn't recall her name. All he remembered was that she kept odd hours, but then again the same could be said about him if a case called for his involvement.

  “Have a nice night.”

  “You too,” he called and waved at her absently before crossing the short distance to his flat. He went inside and just stepped over the mail as he was far too tired to even contemplate picking it up right now. He dropped his bag on the sofa on his way into the kitchen to grab a glass of ice cold water and two aspirin before downing them.

  He noticed the blinking red light on the phone showing that he had one message waiting. Curiosity won out and he punched the button. He wouldn't sleep until he heard it.

  Darcy grinned as he heard Sheridan's lilting tones through the speaker. “Hi, gorgeous. I guess your flight has been delayed. I missed you this weekend and I can't wait to see you when you're home. Sleep well.”

  “Missed you too,” he whispered and made his way into the bedroom. He just peeled off his clothes and let them drop where he stood before crawling under the cool silk sheets. He was far too tired and exhausted to care about showering right now, and he knew that all that could wait until morning. It didn't take long before his soft snores filled the bedroom. He was asleep practically the moment his head hit the pillow.

  * * * *

  Sheridan smiled as he walked through the door and into Darcy's office. He was thankful that today had been blessedly quiet so he'd been able to get away on time. It wasn't often that he was able to leave by lunchtime as the patients often required more attention than their allocated slots, causing a domino effect. Now he was going to surprise Darcy with the news that he had a free afternoon.

  Sheridan stopped in the doorway and admired the view.

  Darcy was leaning heavily on his desk with his back to him, suit jacket already flung to one side yet still draped artfully over a chair. His rolled up shirt sleeves showed the muscular forearms that he loved to have wrapped around him when they kissed. Sheridan's eyes were drawn dow
n to Darcy's backside; the black pants stretched tightly across the firm flesh. With the way that the young man stood, they showed off his curves perfectly.

  Sheridan would never tire of looking at Darcy's arse. He walked over slowly and ran one hand up the curve where thigh met rounded buttock and let out a soft laugh as Darcy pressed back against him.

  “If I said that was harassment, would that stop you?” Darcy asked seriously.

  “It's only harassment if you don't want it,” Sheridan told him as he continued to squeeze and knead the soft globes of his lover's arse.

  Darcy let out a soft laugh as he pressed back against Sheridan's hand more firmly. “If it was anyone else touching me like that, it would be harassment. I thought you were working this afternoon.”

  “Yeah, so did I, but it seems that I had several cancellations so I got away early. I thought I'd come and surprise you.” Sheridan moved his free hand around Darcy's waist and down over the heavy cock he could feel tenting the front of Darcy's trousers. “Would you let me take you here? I want to see how much you love my tongue and my cock.”

  Darcy groaned as he pressed up right into Sheridan's body. The thought of Sheridan taking him here in the office seemed to turn Darcy on.

  “Would you like that, Darcy?” Sheridan asked, drawing out his name in an almost breathy whisper.

  Darcy nodded as he moved even closer to Sheridan and let out a groan as Sheridan's arousal pressed against his buttocks. Sheridan laughed softly into Darcy's ear as he palmed his cock through his pants. When he heard Darcy's breathy moan, he flicked his lover's button open and slid the zip down slowly.