by Sean Michael
“Be still.”
Quinn needed to listen a little harder. Or maybe the word he was looking for was obey.
“Pierce…”
“No.” He stood up and backed away a few steps. “I was very clear about what you were to call me.”
“I… I’m sorry. I’m sorry, this is new to me.”
“It’s new to both of us, but you’re more aware of the rules than I am, I would have thought. Now what do you call me?”
Quinn’s cheeks flared. “Doctor.”
“Excellent.”
He moved back between Quinn’s legs and settled on his stool. “Now let’s see what we have here, shall we?”
Quinn groaned, but the pretty cock was making a sweet recovery. He kept opening the speculum, knowing it would be stretching Quinn. A soft cry filled the air, Quinn’s body shuddering.
“A little wider.” He suited action to words, spreading the speculum a little more.
“Fuck…” Quinn’s quiet words made him smile.
He grabbed a long, thin wand with a little ball on top and slowly began to feed it into the tunnel made by the open speculum. The little ball would hit Quinn’s gland once it was through. Quinn began to pant, taking quick, light breaths.
“Very good. Everything looks like it should.” He continued to put in the wand, smiling when it hit the end of the road, nudging inside Quinn’s body.
Quinn’s shoulders left the table, a cry filling the air.
“Looks like your prostate is in functioning order.” He nudged it again.
“Oh, good. Good. Fuck.”
“Yes, very good. It’s an important piece of your anatomy.” He moved the wand back and forth, hitting Quinn’s gland every time.
It was like hitting the man with a tiny electric shock, zinging him over and over. Fuck, it was sexy. Cock engorged, nipples deep red and flushed with blood—Quinn’s arousal was written all over his body.
Pierce spread the speculum even more, making it stretch Quinn about as much as his cock would. Nowhere near as wide as his fist would. The thought shocked him. Aroused him. His fist in Quinn’s body. Oh God. Moaning, he pushed the wand in again, rubbing and rubbing over Quinn’s prostate.
“I… Oh God. Oh God.” Quinn was white-knuckled on the table.
“You need to come, babe?” He’d bet Quinn did. He’d bet Quinn was flying. Not that he was going to allow it, but he could stand to hear Quinn beg.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“I need to come.”
“So?” That wasn’t begging. He was sure Quinn could do much better than that.
“Please. Please, I need to.” Those hands started moving.
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Yes…” Quinn groaned.
“Nope. No coming.”
“Mean…” Quinn’s legs trembled.
“Yes.”
And Quinn loved it. Those hands slipped off the frame of the exam table.
“Don’t you touch yourself.”
Quinn’s fingers curled.
“I mean it.” He rubbed Quinn’s ass, reminding his lover of the spanking. There would be more if Quinn was disobedient.
“Yes, Doctor.”
He had to admit, he did like the way that sounded. “That’s right.”
Quinn’s moan made him hard as rocks. He wanted to pull the speculum out and slam his cock in, feel Quinn’s body tight around him. He wanted to hear Quinn scream for him.
He cleared his throat. “Time for the next step in probing.”
“Please. Please, anything. I can’t think.”
“You don’t have to think. I’m the doctor here.”
“Fuck. Fuck. So hot. You’re so hot.”
When was the last time he’d turned Quinn on like this? Maybe never. God, Quinn needed him. Wanted him, so badly. He didn’t even want to think about how close he’d come to never knowing Quinn like this, never experiencing this.
He started pulling the speculum out. “I’m going to do a physical examination, now.”
Quinn groaned, hips shifting on the table, so eager.
“Careful.” He got the instruments removed without causing any damage. Depositing it in the bin, he then went to the sink and began to wash his hands. “You’re doing very well.”
“Thank you.” Quinn’s body was slowly rippling, fucking the air.
“You’ll need to be still again while I examine you with my hand.”
Quinn’s eyes went huge, wide. “Your fingers.”
“That’s how I’ll start.”
Now did he do this with a glove or without? A glove would make it seem more doctor-patient-y, but he’d be able to feel more without it. He decided, selfishly, to go without. This was the first time, the only first time. He would do it again some other time and wear the glove to play up to Quinn’s fetish.
He grabbed the big tube of lube and set up between Quinn’s legs again. “Ready, Quinn?”
“I… Your fingers. Yes, I’m ready for that.”
“Mmmhmm. All five of them.” He slicked two up and pushed them into Quinn’s body.
Quinn’s head shook from side to side.
“Two is easy. Here’s the third.”
Quinn was humming softly, beginning to move with him.
“Yes, here we go.” He let his free hand touch, stroke Quinn’s skin. He stopped touching long enough to put more lube on his fingers, then he kissed the side of Quinn’s knee and tucked his thumb into his palm.
“Full. I. Full.” Quinn’s fingers touched his face.
He turned to kiss the gentle fingers. “Yeah, we’re getting there.” He pushed gently, but insistently, Quinn’s body slowly stretching for him.
“I can’t. You won’t fit.”
“Who’s the doctor here? You? No. Trust me.” Maybe he’d never done this before, but he knew how the human body worked.
Quinn actually chuckled, softly. That was just enough relaxation for him to push the widest part of his hand into Quinn’s body, past the tight ring of muscles.
“Oh, fuck! Pierce! Doctor! Love!”
He had to brace Quinn’s belly with his hand. “Gently, Quinn.” He continued to push his hand in, going up to the wrist.
Tears leaked from the corners of Quinn’s eyes. He waited for a moment, holding his breath so he wouldn’t miss it if Quinn used his safe word. He wouldn’t let himself feel, let himself process this, until he was sure Quinn was all right.
“You. It’s you. I wanted it to be you.”
That was it, that was all he needed to hear, and suddenly it hit him. His hand was inside Quinn’s body. His whole fucking hand. And Quinn was so tight and there had never been anything that had felt like this. Ever.
“It’s me. It’s you. We. Us.” Yeah, he didn’t have the words.
“Us.” Quinn met his eyes. “You’re in me.”
“I know.” It was…unbelievable, that’s what it was. And yet it was real—he could feel each breath Quinn took, each pulse of the man’s heart. Right there in his hand. This right here was what was going to change them fundamentally—the rest of it was just sweet icing.
He moved his fingers and Quinn jerked, squeezed him, cried out. Pierce panted, trying to keep himself under control. He couldn’t go off here—he needed to keep a cool head for Quinn. He needed to make his lover, his—something inside his head whispered, his sub—fly.
He began to move his hand, little motions that nudged his knuckles across Quinn’s prostate. Quinn’s body flushed a deep red, cock full and hard.
“I’m holding you in my hand, Quinn.”
“Yes. I can’t believe this…”
“I can.” It felt…right. And also incredible. And so right.
“I have to move.”
“Gently. Move with my hand.”
Quinn nodded, whimpered softly. “Please.”
He shifted his fingers, and Quinn rippled. Groaning, he did it again, his balls aching. Quinn was whispering
, whimpering, moaning for him.
“My hand is inside you.” It was rather obvious, but it still needed to be said.
“Yes. God. So big.”
“Huge. This is… Wow.”
He felt Quinn’s breathless chuckles all around his wrist. He opened his fingers, fingers reaching deep inside his lover. Quinn screamed for him, hips bucking, jerking, trying to control his motions.
“Easy, babe. Easy.” He pressed hard on Quinn’s belly, and he imagined he could feel his other hand, right through Quinn’s body.
His eyes closed for only a second as he fought not to just cream at the thought. He started moving his hand, the one inside Quinn, again.
“Doctor. Love. Close.”
He nodded. He was, too. “You can come.” He wasn’t sure Quinn couldn’t help but come, so he wasn’t going to say no.
“Oh God. Thank you. Thank you.” Heat sprayed over Quinn’s stomach.
Pierce shuddered, his own cock jerking, spraying. “Fuck. Oh.” He groaned, hand still moving slowly. “You’ve done so well, Quinn. You’re amazing.”
“Love.” The tears were leaking slowly, staining Quinn’s cheeks.
“I love you, baby.” He looked at his hand, still buried inside Quinn’s ass, and marveled.
“I want to go home with you.” Quinn blinked, the tears slowing.
“Of course you’re coming home with me.”
Quinn nodded, licked his lips.
“You’re mine, Quinn. How could you doubt that with my hand inside you?”
“I don’t. I don’t. I need you.”
“Good.”
He needed to remove his hand to take Quinn back to his cottage and fuck the hell out of him. He needed to stop this game and figure out what this all meant, this thing that his lover—his boy, and where did that thought come from?—and he had found.
“I love you, Quinny.”
“Love you, Pierce. I… Can we go cuddle now?”
“Soon as my hand’s out, yeah.”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“It’ll stretch on the wide bit.” He rubbed Quinn’s belly. “I need you to relax.”
Quinn groaned, took a deep breath. “Trying.”
“Try harder.” He wasn’t going to panic. He was going to do this with ease and aplomb like a real doctor. Okay, so this wasn’t something doctors did—that was just details. He put more lube around his wrist, around Quinn’s hole.
The tight clench slowly eased, slowly relaxed for him.
“That’s it. Keep it up.”
“I don’t think I could get it up again for love or money.”
Pierce chuckled. “Nutjob.”
“Yeah, but I’m yours.”
“That’s right, Quinn. You’re mine.”
His hand slipped out, Quinn’s cry short and sharp. He rubbed Quinn’s hole. “It’s okay. I’m out. You did good.”
“I… I need to… I need this to be over now. I need you to hold me.”
Pierce knew. He knew his Quinn.
He washed his hands then undid the cuffs and took Quinn’s legs out of the stirrups. Quinn climbed down, went to clean up and dress, head down, visibly shaken.
“Come here, Quinny.” He put his arms around his lover.
“Pierce.” Quinn’s arms wrapped around him, held him tight, and his lover cried.
He didn’t try to hush Quinn—his lover needed the release. “I’ve got you. Let it all out.”
The storm was fierce but short, Quinn giving him all that passion and emotion in a rush.
“Come on, Quinny. Let’s go hold each other and talk, okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Quinn backed off, took his hand.
He took his lover’s hand in his own—again—and led him back to their cottage.
Back to them.
Chapter Thirteen
Pierce led Quinn into the cabin, then straight into the bathroom, before turning on the shower and pushing him in. Quinn rinsed off, breath hitching in his chest. Pierce joined him a moment later and picked up the soap. Fingers lathered up, Pierce began to run them over him. It was less washing than touching, though, Pierce’s fingers dancing on him.
He let his lover touch him, help him, work the tension out of his muscles.
“You were beautiful,” murmured Pierce.
“You made me need you, so bad.” And he was so grateful that it had been Pierce, had been his lover.
“Need what I did or need me to do it?”
“You.” He met Pierce’s eyes. “I would have safe-worded. I needed it to be you. It was you I fantasized about.”
Pierce beamed at him. “Good.” The touches continued, sliding on his skin, soothing him.
“It’s the truth.”
Pierce had put his hand inside Quinn.
“Come on. Out of the water.” Pierce pulled him out, turned off the water, then started to dry him off.
He found himself blinking down, staring at Pierce’s hands.
Once they were dry, Pierce drew him into the bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed. His lover wrapped around him. “It was me. I have you.”
“It was you.” He held on tight.
“It was. It always will be because you promised you’d tell me everything from now on.”
“I will, I swear. I…I was ashamed.” Scared and ashamed.
“For wanting this?”
“No. For wanting the kink. For wanting that game.”
“I’m a doctor. It should have been a no-brainer to come to me.”
“What if you had hated me? I thought I’d get over it if I tried it.”
“Why would I hate you, Quinny? I know I’m pretty vanilla, but come on, I’d be an asshole for hating you for having fantasies.”
“I just… I felt bad. Dirty.”
“Maybe you were more worried about what you thought the fantasies said about you rather than what I’d think.” Pierce stroked his cheek.
“Maybe. Maybe. But…” He swallowed hard, dropped his eyes. It had been so hot—not the medical stuff, but the spanking, the domination, Pierce.
“But what? You’re going to tell me, don’t make me chase it out of you.”
He blinked up, surprised, a little tingly. “It’s… I don’t have to.”
“Yes, you do. You said you would.”
“It was hot, you touching me. S…spanking me. Making me like it. Not being doctor, but being you.” Did that make sense?
“Yeah? In the end, it was more important that it was me than that I was a doctor? That part’s just a bonus?”
“In the end, it was just you. I… Once we got started, it wasn’t about the doctor. It was about you.” If Pierce hadn’t been there, Quinn would have had to walk away.
“Good.” There was a fierce note in Pierce’s voice. “I can’t imagine knowing someone else had done any of that to you.”
“I couldn’t have done it at all.” He knew that now, like he knew his own name.
“Good,” Pierce said again, hands dragging a little harder over Quinn’s skin now, like he was laying his claim.
“Yours.” He meant the words, with everything he was.
“Don’t ever forget it. I might get growly.” His Pierce wasn’t, but he believed now it could happen.
“I promise.”
Pierce dragged his fingers over Quinn’s still-hot ass and he moaned, rolled closer. “God, that’s sexy. I never thought…” Pierce’s words trailed away.
“I did. I thought a lot.” He’d jacked off a lot.
Pierce grinned, fingers still moving over his ass.
“What’re you smiling at?” He tried to shift away.
“You. Us. This.” Pierce didn’t let him get away, that hand seeming to zone in on each and every hot spot.
His body was on fire and he danced on the bed.
“God. Sexy.” Pierce nodded, eyes taking him in, making him feel as sexy as Pierce said he was.
He loved this, loved the heat, the intensity. Pierce’s mouth covered his, t
ongue slipping between his lips. Pierce. Pierce. Love. He moaned, opening and letting his lover in. Pierce turned him, leaning over him and deepening the kiss.
One of his legs bent, cradling Pierce. His lover hummed into his mouth, the sound happy. It took no time at all for Pierce’s cock to get hard against his hip. They rocked, almost like they were caught in the waves. He could feel each move in his ass, and inside as Pierce moved them together. He moaned into Pierce’s lips, so happy, caught in the pleasure.
“I want you so badly.” Pierce played with one of his nipples, teasing a finger across it over and over.
“I’m yours. You don’t have to ask.”
“But you’re sore. From my hand.”
“Not in pain. Just tender.” He thought he might like it.
“Yeah? You wanna ride me, Quinny?”
He nodded. “I do.” He wanted to feel.
Pierce rolled back and reached for the lube on the bedside table, then settled on his back. Quinn pushed up, straddled the lean hips, feeling sensual and strong.
“God, you’re hot.” Pierce’s hands slid up along his sides.
He arched under the touch, nipples going hard.
“Look at you.” One of Pierce’s thumbs slid across his right nipple.
“You make me want things.” He knew that now. Pierce made him need.
“You’re going to tell me about the things I make you want now, too.” Pushing, Pierce pressed his thumb into the tip of Quinn’s nipple.
His lips parted, the tiny sting only making him want more.
“Tell me one now.” Pierce let his fingernail dig in.
Heat and ache hit him, deep inside. “Oh. Oh, Pierce. I want more. I want this, with you.”
“Sexy slut.”
His cheeks heated and he almost came, the soft words arousing him unbearably.
Pierce gave him a knowing grin and slicked up his fingers. “Gonna get you ready now.”
“I’m pretty stretched already.”
“There needs to be lube. I won’t hurt you, Quinny.”
He nodded and leaned down, kissed his lover happily. “I know. I wasn’t asking you not to. Just saying that your hand was in me.”
Pierce laughed, the sound a bit stunned. “It was, wasn’t it?”
“Uh-huh.” He rested their cheeks together. That had been all Pierce. He’d never asked for it, never thought to.
