FIC: "Paging Dr. Pine"

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Title: Paging Dr. Pine
Author: orphica
Pairing: Chris/Zach
Genres: RPS, AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Kinks: Medical examination
Words: 3000
Prompt: For Pornapalooza II: Medical Kink AU: Zach finds a (benign) lump on one of his testicles so goes to Dr. Pine for an examination...
Summary: The prompt says it all!
Notes: Thanks to my betas umbrellas_can and mount_seleya! And dear god, please, please never let Zach find this.







Zach fiddled nervously with the edge of the... paper-drape-thing. He didn't know what it was called. All he knew was that he was sitting in a room, naked, with only a paper sheet thing covering him.

He hadn't been to the doctor in awhile. He was young, and he didn't think going to the doctor for a physical every year was necessary.

He didn't, that is, until he'd been shaving his balls in the shower, and felt... something. Something not right, on the left one. He'd thought maybe it was just a temporary thing, but when it was still there, days later, Zach had decided maybe it warranted a visit to the doctor.

Since he'd become an adult and was able to make his own doctor appointments, Zach had always chosen a female doctor. A woman handling his junk during a check up didn't tend to arouse him like a guy would... had, in fact, during one mortifying physical when he was sixteen years old.

But the nurse on the phone had talked him out of waiting for his regular doctor. She'd convinced him that it could be serious and he should see Dr. Pine right away, who was the first available physician on staff.

So Zach had agreed, but when Dr. Pine stepped into the exam room, Zach realized that he had made a very poor decision.

Dr. Pine was, to put it succinctly, hot. He had short, fluffy, light brown hair. Piercing, sky blue eyes. Perfect hint of stubble. And impossibly plump lips stretched into a warm grin that made his face crinkle. He'd still be hot even if that face belonged to a dumpy body. But it didn't. It was an amazing body-- tall, not too thin, not too muscular, solidly built while still slender.

Zach shut his eyes and opened them again, hoping the first glance had been a mirage. It hadn't been. Zach felt his cheeks flush slightly as he fought against the sudden rush of sexual attraction.

He didn't have to worry about dying of cancer or anything if he was going to die of embarrassment right here and now.

"Hello, Zachary, I'm Dr. Pine," he said, holding out his hand to shake Zach's, as if he wasn't sitting there naked save for a thin sheet over his lap. As if this were a totally normal meeting between two people. He hoped his hand wasn't clammy as he shook Dr. Pine's warm, firm hand. Big hand. God, that hand would be on his balls soon. Zach didn't know how he was going to make it through this.

"Hi."

"Can I call you Zach?"

"Uhh, sure. That's fine."

"All right then, Zach," Dr. Pine said. "What brings you in today?"

Zach fought a sigh. The nurses always took vitals and asked the same question. He didn't know why they did that if doctors were going to pretend it didn't say so right there on the chart.

"I found some kind of... lump, or something, on my... testicle."

Dr. Pine nodded pleasantly. "Okay, we'll just take a look and see what's going on. If you would go ahead and lie back?"

Zach did so while his ridiculously sexy doctor snapped on some gloves and moved to stand next to him at the exam table.

"I'm just going to pull this aside, all right?" Dr. Pine asked, touching the sheet.

He gritted his teeth and nodded his consent.

Dr. Pine folded the sheet up so that it rested over his stomach. The sheet seemed fairly pointless; he may as well have been naked.

The doctor touched his thigh lightly. "Can you open your legs a bit more for me?"

Zach bit his lip. A former lover used to command him to do that all the time, and it had never failed to turn him on. Zach just nodded again and spread his thighs wider, concentrating as much as he could on imagining that Dr. Pine was a horrific, hairy troll.

"I'm going to examine your testicles and scrotum now," was all the warning Zach got before Dr. Pine gently scooped up his balls in the palms of his hands.

Thinking of those hands being nasty troll paws didn't help him. Not at all. Zach felt his cock start to fill. Even through the gloves, the doctor's hands felt as warm and big as they looked.

Zach shut his eyes and tried to distance himself as much as he could, all in the name of keeping his arousal at bay and trying desperately to ignore how good the fingers lightly probing his balls felt. He'd always had sensitive balls; playing with them while his cock got attention was a surefire way to bring Zach off.

"You noticed something on your left testicle, correct?" Dr. Pine queried.

"Yeah," he managed to answer, still keeping his eyes closed, still not looking.

"I believe I feel what you may have. Is there any pain, when I touch here? Or has it ever been painful before?"

Why couldn't he just examine him without talking to him? It would make it so much easier to pretend it was an awful troll instead of a hot doctor that was currently rolling his ball between his thumb and forefinger.

"Zach? Any pain?"

"Err, no." No, definitely not. Pretty much the exact opposite of pain.

Zach fought back a whimper as his balls were lifted far from his body, when Dr. Pine pressed behind them. It was the last straw, really. The inevitable happened. Zach's dick got hard.

Really hard.

Zach had never wanted to curl up in embarrassment more than before now. It was one thing to be a little bit stiff. Anyone could pass that off as a normal response, right? But it was totally different to be fully erect and rock hard with fucking pre-come making its appearance.

Was Dr. Pine going to ignore it? What the fuck did the medical school training manual say for situations like this? The last time this had happened, the doctor had just finished the exam and said nothing. Last time Zach hadn't said anything either.

But this time, for some reason, he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "I'm sorry, I--"

Zach's apology was cut short. "It's fine, Zach. We're almost done," Dr. Pine soothed.

He was examined for another minute. Zach's hands were clenched at his sides the entire time, trying every method to not enjoy this, and utterly failing.

Finally, Dr. Pine set his balls back down and said, "Well, good news is, the lump you found doesn't feel like a tumor."

Zach might have sighed with relief, but he found none in the diagnosis. He was still tense with arousal.

"What is it?" he managed to ask.

"Feels like a spermatocele, which is basically just a cyst made up of sperm cells. It will usually go away on its own. Have you had a recent injury or trauma to your testicles?"

Zach tried to think. But he could barely remember his last name, much less anything else while he was laying there with a hard-on next to a gorgeous man. Under ordinary circumstances, he might have asked more questions, but that, too, was impossible. "I don't know."

Dr. Pine just grinned at him again, which was torture. "Well, everything else feels fine," he told him, those blue eyes looking into his.

And something happened that Zach couldn't even begin to explain. They weren't even in physical contact anymore, but it was like a sudden lightning bolt of connection struck. It was like in the movies, where two people made eye contact and spent the rest of the movie trying to deny their feelings but ended up fucking. It was like they had this sudden, silent understanding.

Dr. Pine was attracted to him, too. Zach could sense it, somehow, that the entire thing had been torture for him as well.

Dr. Pine cleared his throat, but didn't break eye contact. "So, like I said, everything feels fine, but we may want to check your ejaculatory function. Just to make sure."

Zach's mouth went dry. His jaw dropped slightly and his cock jumped, but he couldn't even speak. Couldn't even believe that this beautiful man was propositioning him after he'd embarrassed himself and tried not to lust after him these whole fifteen minutes. He couldn't even answer that he wanted it.

Dr. Pine shook his head, as if coming out of a trance. "I'm sorry, that was... completely, irrevocably inappropriate. You will be fine, just keep an eye on it. Come back in if it gets painful or doesn't start to go away in a month. And if you... if you feel you need to report me, I understand."

Zach took a deep breath. He wanted this. "No, you were right. We should be thorough."

The doctor shook his head again. "It's not... that's not standard procedure or treatment, Zach. I was--"

"I know. I still want it."

"Really, I am sorry, Zach, I shouldn't have--"

"Dr. Pine. Please. You can't possibly in good conscience leave a patient in this state, can you?" And it did actually feel like a fucking medical condition. His erection was red at the end and straining, veins bulging, so, so aroused that it hurt.

The doctor swallowed. "It does look... concerning."

"It hurts."

Dr. Pine pulled off the gloves. They snapped as he did so, making Zach shiver. The anticipation of those hands being on him, skin to skin, was unbearable.

He cupped Zach's balls again, and Zach whimpered. The whimper turned into a moan as Dr. Pine glided his palm along his cock before sliding his fingers beneath it and lifting it.

"You have an amazing cock." He looked at it a moment, before wrapping his hand around it and giving one stroke.

Zach couldn't help but buck up into the touch. Just the single stroke had set all of the nerves in his cock on fire.

"How big are you, Zach? Have you ever measured?"

Zach opened his mouth, trying to form words, but none would come.

"Shall we see exactly how impressive you are?"

Dr. Pine rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a ruler. Zach didn't even have a chance to wonder what a doctor might normally need a ruler for when his cock was lifted and the cool plastic was pressed along his length. It was ridiculously and inexplicably arousing.

"About seven inches. Very nice, Zach, very nice."

"Thanks," Zach choked out.

His balls were taken in hand again.

"Your scrotum is so soft, so smooth. Did you find the lump while shaving? Or did you only do it for me? Did you want your balls to be all pretty for your doctor?"

He didn't even try to answer because his cock was getting stroked with a firm, purposeful grip and it was the best thing he'd ever felt. That was, until Dr. Pine pushed a finger into his ass and his thumb behind his balls at the same time.

"Don't forget to get a sample, Zach."

It was only then that he noticed a specimen cup had been placed next to him.

Zach grabbed the paper sheet, stuffing it frantically in his mouth and biting down on it to muffle a cry as his whole body started to tremble. He was close, so, so close, and just when he thought he'd come, he climbed even higher instead, until finally, finally a squeeze under his frenulum and a press into his prostate pushed him over.

He frantically moved the cup beneath his cock as it burst with pleasure in Dr. Pine's hand; got the cup in place just in time to catch stream after stream of come. Just when he thought there were only dribbles left, the finger inside him turned, forcing another strong jet of fluid from him, his cock jumping up against the edge of the cup with its last offering. Oh fuck, that had been good, amazing, he didn't-- he couldn't even keep hold of the sample in his hands.

The cup was mercifully taken away, his cock still stroked slowly as the last vestiges of pleasure followed Dr. Pine's fingertips. His whole body still shook every so often with the aftershocks of it, even his shoulders twitching.

Dr. Pine let go of his cock, laying it gently on his stomach. He held up the cup. "Looks like you had a perfectly healthy ejaculation, Zach." And yeah, it looked like there was a ton of jizz in it; a lot more than what he might normally give.

"I am, however, concerned about your prostate."

Zach's mouth twitched in a smile. "Oh?"

"Yes, I think it might require further examination."

Zach's breath hitched. "If you think so, Dr. Pine."

"Bend over the table."

He made a pathetic whine at the words. His cock hadn't even gone fully soft yet and it twitched, like it wasn't going to go down at all.

He heard the sound of a packet ripping, the squelch of lube, and fuck, just the sounds made him involuntarily cant his ass up into the air.

"Zach, fuck."

Lube was smeared over his hole, the sound of a zipper, there was a firm hand on his hip, and then... ohhhh fuck.

Zach fell forward onto the exam table, completely unable to hold himself up as he was breached, an unrelenting width stretching him open until his hips were pressed almost painfully into the edge of the table and Dr. Pine was flush against his ass.

"Nnnngggghhhh," he groaned, as Dr. Pine started moving. Slowly at first, but then his hands were gripping the table close to where Zach's were also holding on. He snapped his hips forward hard, both of them using the table for leverage. He fucked him hard for a minute, then pulled out abruptly.

"Nooo, wha-" Zach protested, panting and lifting his head to see why he'd stopped. Dr. Pine was pushing his pants and boxers down, struggling. His cock was finally lined up again quickly once he'd gotten rid of them, but he pushed back in slowly.

Zach gasped at the stretch... and then the crown of Dr. Pine's cock rubbed over his prostate and Zach's whole body jumped. And teasingly, infuriatingly, Dr. Pine kept doing that, withdrawing his cock all the way and pushing back in, just in far enough until it hit the bundle of nerves that became more sensitive with every pass.

"Ohh, you should see your penis, Zach." Zach couldn't. It was pressed against the side of the table, sometimes painfully so, but it was good, it was so good. "You're just oozing this long string of pre-ejaculate," Dr. Pine continued. "Even after coming already. Can you feel it, dripping out of you?"

Yeah, he could. He could feel his dick giving up more every time Dr. Pine's cock struck the right place. And strangely enough, the medically-correct talk was sexy rather than off-putting, and he couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted to be fucked into the table so hard it would hurt.

"God, please stop teasing and fuck me."

"I'm checking your prostate function. With a tool better and more sensitive than my fingers."

Zach choked on a laugh at that, and Dr. Pine joined in with a chuckle.

"Just c'mon and fuck me."

He was suddenly pushed up completely onto the table, the paper lining ripping as his body slid forward roughly. Dr. Pine climbed up on him, resting almost all his weight on his body, the stiff fabric of his lab coat scraping deliciously along his skin. He was held down as Dr. Pine soundly fucked him.

He couldn't help but grunt each time Dr. Pine bottomed out. It made his cock rub against the rubbery, pleather table; the burn of it shouldn't have felt as good as it did, but he was grateful for the friction, any kind of friction. All it took to come was Dr. Pine hauling his hips up off the table and stroking him twice with his hand. Drops of come flew all over the table as Dr. Pine fucked him through it and pressed his mouth between Zach’s shoulder blades to muffle his orgasm.

Zach felt raw and wrung out as Dr. Pine pulled out and climbed off him.

"Holy. Shit," Zach moaned. He tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but they shook too badly and gave out, and he collapsed back onto the table. He didn't want to lie in a puddle of his own come, but it looked like he didn't have much choice if his body wasn't going to cooperate.

"Fuck," Dr. Pine said. "That was... but you should know, Zach... I've never done anything like this before, I..." he trailed off.

Zach turned his head and gave him a grin of his own. "I counter your abuse of authority with blackmail. Why don't you take me out to dinner and we can pretend to forget this ever happened?"

Dr. Pine laughed and started to look for his pants. "Cheaper than a malpractice lawsuit. I accept." He leaned over Zach, sliding his fingers over Zach's head and turning it with a grip on his hair. He kissed his lips.

Zach sighed at the spark that shot through him when their lips touched. He was going to have to buy a gift basket for the nurse that convinced him to take this appointment.

END

And for those who'd like to see the manip of Dr. Pine outside of the cover graphic, here you are: