What's Up, Doc?
Author: la_gatita
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R
Warning: AU, perhaps some medical squick
Summary: Dom's a doctor and Billy's a rather poor guy who just needs a check up on his manly bits.
Disclaimer: This is surely and with out a doubt not true. And, I'm not a man. I don't really know what goes on at a men's clinic, but I'm pretty sure it's not this. I'm also fairly certain a doctor would get fired for making suggestive statements to a patient while touching their genitals and then giving them their phone number. Just a guess though.
Feedback: I burn, I pine, I perish for it!
Author's Note: Inspired by the movie Alfie and the hottness of Jude Law. Also, for ditchwitchbitch who said, and I quote, "Do eeet." Finally, slash cures tooth aches.
The bus stop was only a block away from the smudged address he had written on a piece of newspaper, but it was pouring rain. He wiped the drops from his eyes as he scanned the collection of buildings. On the far right, the gynecology clinic, definitely not for him. Next door were two clinics in the same building, obstetrics and vasectomies. Now, wasn't that ironic. Right next door, or left next door as it would be said if the English language made any sense, was the general Men's Health Center.
"Hello, I'm Billy Boyd. I've got a 2 o'clock appointment," he said to the frazzled woman at the desk.
She typed frantically for a few seconds, read the screen in front of her carefully, and then looked up at Billy, smiling, "If you could just fill out this form for us, and then have a seat, the doctor will be with you soon." She handed him a clip board.
Billy looked down at the questionnaire. The first questions were simple things: name; date of birth; gender, although that seemed a bit odd; address. After that came the dreaded personal questions.
"Have you engaged in any unprotected sex?" Billy bit his lower lip and checked "yes."
"Have you engaged in sexual relations of any sort with another man?" Billy pulled a little at his collar and check "yes."
"Have you engaged in anal sex?" Billy looked around at the other people in the waiting room... and checked "yes."
Billy had been sitting on the cold metal table nigh a half hour. So much for "the doctor will be with you soon." His bum was starting to itch, and the chilly clinic felt even brisker in nothing but a little paper gown.
He turned his head when he heard the door open. Standing there was a doctor in a pink lab coat, snapping his latex glove as he put it on.
"Hi! I'm Dr. Monaghan. Pleasure to meet you Mister," he looked at his clip board, "Boyd."
The doctor had a cheeky grin that Billy wasn't sure he liked. He looked at his lab coat up and down and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you like the coat?" the doctor asked, "Great color, yeah?" he let out what could only be called a chortle, "Some wanker put brand new red paramedic suits in with the whites."
"I see," Billy wasn't quite sure he believed that.
"Well then, any particular reason we're here today?"
Billy almost said, "Well, I'm assuming you're here to work," but instead he replied, "Oh, just getting
to that age when everything needs a check up pretty often."
Dom nodded, "Alright then, on your belly, please." The doctor placed Billy's folded clothes on a a projection of the table and Billy rolled over, feeling uncommonly bare, "You got a rash here, mate?" the doctor asked.
"No, I think it was the table."
"Not allergic to zinc by any chance, are you?"
"Aye, that I am."
"Sorry about that. Let me get some ointment," the doctor walked off, and Billy could feel a lightly, though nicely, scented breeze when he returned, "Now this will be a bit cold," The doctor massaged a thick cream over his itchy arse, dipping a little into is crack, "Okay, all better now?"
"Yep."
"Good deal," Billy hear him open the cap on something and squirt out a little fluid, "Now, you'll just want to relax. This is a bit invasive," Billy just did what he normally did; he let his whole body go limp as he felt the doctors finger slide between his cheeks, "Why, Mr. Boyd, you must do this often."
Billy was elated that the doctor couldn't see his face flaming the same color as his lab coat. He decided to opt for cheekiness rather than silence, "Not nearly as often as I'd like to, Doc."
The doctor chuckled and continued his probing. He pressed his finger to one wall of Billy's interior and then the other, sometimes pressing down on the skin of is arse with is other hand.
It was in no way arousing having this attractive man with a well lubricated finger massaging his bum and occasionally milking his prostate Billy kept telling himself, directing the statement mostly to his cock, which didn't seem to agree.
The doctor withdrew his finger with a familiar popping sound, "Good, everything appears just fine in there. You can sit up now."
Billy turned over as the doctor grabbed his clip board and changed gloves.
"Well," the doctor said, "I guess there's no erectile dysfunction here," Billy's blush extended to the ends of is hair.
The doctor went into all business mode, spreading Billy's knees. Billy's head churned with the thought of the doctor licking his lips and giving his cock a warm, wet embrace with his tongue. He had to dig his nails into his palm to stop his cock from jumping.
The doctor squeezed and prodded, similarly to what he did before. Billy fidgeted when he brushed the sensitive skin behind his balls. It was getting much too hard to keep from getting hard.
The doctor took a swab of his urethra and had Billy give him a urine sample, and then it was over.
Billy felt warm and uncomfortable as the doctor told him that his results for the STD test would be ready in a week. He squirmed and accindentally stopped listening until the doctor handed him his pants and trousers, smiling.
Billy thanked him and hurried into his clothes.
Outside the clinic it wasn't raining any more, though it was still rather breezy. He zipped up his hoodie and shoved his hands in his pocket. There, next to his twenty dollar bill that had to buy him dinner for the next two or three days, was a scrap of paper. He sat under the plastic roof of the bus stop and unfolded it. There was a phone number and note, "Call me sometime! - Dom, M.D." with a winking smiley face.
Billy considered running all the way home to his flat or possibly to the nearest pay phone, but decided he would rather use his all-day bus pass that expired in a few minutes.
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Rating: R
Warning: AU, perhaps some medical squick
Summary: Dom's a doctor and Billy's a rather poor guy who just needs a check up on his manly bits.
Disclaimer: This is surely and with out a doubt not true. And, I'm not a man. I don't really know what goes on at a men's clinic, but I'm pretty sure it's not this. I'm also fairly certain a doctor would get fired for making suggestive statements to a patient while touching their genitals and then giving them their phone number. Just a guess though.
Feedback: I burn, I pine, I perish for it!
Author's Note: Inspired by the movie Alfie and the hottness of Jude Law. Also, for ditchwitchbitch who said, and I quote, "Do eeet." Finally, slash cures tooth aches.
The bus stop was only a block away from the smudged address he had written on a piece of newspaper, but it was pouring rain. He wiped the drops from his eyes as he scanned the collection of buildings. On the far right, the gynecology clinic, definitely not for him. Next door were two clinics in the same building, obstetrics and vasectomies. Now, wasn't that ironic. Right next door, or left next door as it would be said if the English language made any sense, was the general Men's Health Center.
"Hello, I'm Billy Boyd. I've got a 2 o'clock appointment," he said to the frazzled woman at the desk.
She typed frantically for a few seconds, read the screen in front of her carefully, and then looked up at Billy, smiling, "If you could just fill out this form for us, and then have a seat, the doctor will be with you soon." She handed him a clip board.
Billy looked down at the questionnaire. The first questions were simple things: name; date of birth; gender, although that seemed a bit odd; address. After that came the dreaded personal questions.
"Have you engaged in any unprotected sex?" Billy bit his lower lip and checked "yes."
"Have you engaged in sexual relations of any sort with another man?" Billy pulled a little at his collar and check "yes."
"Have you engaged in anal sex?" Billy looked around at the other people in the waiting room... and checked "yes."
Billy had been sitting on the cold metal table nigh a half hour. So much for "the doctor will be with you soon." His bum was starting to itch, and the chilly clinic felt even brisker in nothing but a little paper gown.
He turned his head when he heard the door open. Standing there was a doctor in a pink lab coat, snapping his latex glove as he put it on.
"Hi! I'm Dr. Monaghan. Pleasure to meet you Mister," he looked at his clip board, "Boyd."
The doctor had a cheeky grin that Billy wasn't sure he liked. He looked at his lab coat up and down and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you like the coat?" the doctor asked, "Great color, yeah?" he let out what could only be called a chortle, "Some wanker put brand new red paramedic suits in with the whites."
"I see," Billy wasn't quite sure he believed that.
"Well then, any particular reason we're here today?"
Billy almost said, "Well, I'm assuming you're here to work," but instead he replied, "Oh, just getting
to that age when everything needs a check up pretty often."
Dom nodded, "Alright then, on your belly, please." The doctor placed Billy's folded clothes on a a projection of the table and Billy rolled over, feeling uncommonly bare, "You got a rash here, mate?" the doctor asked.
"No, I think it was the table."
"Not allergic to zinc by any chance, are you?"
"Aye, that I am."
"Sorry about that. Let me get some ointment," the doctor walked off, and Billy could feel a lightly, though nicely, scented breeze when he returned, "Now this will be a bit cold," The doctor massaged a thick cream over his itchy arse, dipping a little into is crack, "Okay, all better now?"
"Yep."
"Good deal," Billy hear him open the cap on something and squirt out a little fluid, "Now, you'll just want to relax. This is a bit invasive," Billy just did what he normally did; he let his whole body go limp as he felt the doctors finger slide between his cheeks, "Why, Mr. Boyd, you must do this often."
Billy was elated that the doctor couldn't see his face flaming the same color as his lab coat. He decided to opt for cheekiness rather than silence, "Not nearly as often as I'd like to, Doc."
The doctor chuckled and continued his probing. He pressed his finger to one wall of Billy's interior and then the other, sometimes pressing down on the skin of is arse with is other hand.
It was in no way arousing having this attractive man with a well lubricated finger massaging his bum and occasionally milking his prostate Billy kept telling himself, directing the statement mostly to his cock, which didn't seem to agree.
The doctor withdrew his finger with a familiar popping sound, "Good, everything appears just fine in there. You can sit up now."
Billy turned over as the doctor grabbed his clip board and changed gloves.
"Well," the doctor said, "I guess there's no erectile dysfunction here," Billy's blush extended to the ends of is hair.
The doctor went into all business mode, spreading Billy's knees. Billy's head churned with the thought of the doctor licking his lips and giving his cock a warm, wet embrace with his tongue. He had to dig his nails into his palm to stop his cock from jumping.
The doctor squeezed and prodded, similarly to what he did before. Billy fidgeted when he brushed the sensitive skin behind his balls. It was getting much too hard to keep from getting hard.
The doctor took a swab of his urethra and had Billy give him a urine sample, and then it was over.
Billy felt warm and uncomfortable as the doctor told him that his results for the STD test would be ready in a week. He squirmed and accindentally stopped listening until the doctor handed him his pants and trousers, smiling.
Billy thanked him and hurried into his clothes.
Outside the clinic it wasn't raining any more, though it was still rather breezy. He zipped up his hoodie and shoved his hands in his pocket. There, next to his twenty dollar bill that had to buy him dinner for the next two or three days, was a scrap of paper. He sat under the plastic roof of the bus stop and unfolded it. There was a phone number and note, "Call me sometime! - Dom, M.D." with a winking smiley face.
Billy considered running all the way home to his flat or possibly to the nearest pay phone, but decided he would rather use his all-day bus pass that expired in a few minutes.