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PART 4 IS HERE!

[anonymous]

For a moment, Doug was gripped by a a hot, stifling emotion that felt almost like anger. He wished it didn't feel so inevitable, he wished his body didn't react the way it did when he saw Wheatley or smelled Wheatley or thought about Wheatley... He wished he could affect the same carefree demeanor as this idiot in front of him, who didn't worry about the future, who when he felt horny simply whipped it out and offered it up, without fear of the consequences...

That's why he's a test subject and you're a PhD.

"Get over there by the wall," he barked, and then followed him, pressing into him, burying his fingers in the hair at the nape of Wheatley's neck so that he could pull him down and kiss him. Wheatley was enthusiastic and a little rough, their teeth clashing together as they both fumbled to open Doug's lab coat and undo his belt.

Doug was close almost straight away, it was far too long since he'd been touched like that, and he spat furiously into his palm before grasping Wheatley's shaft and pumping, squeezing it hard, wanting him to come first. Wheatley kept trying to talk and Doug kept kissing him to shut him up until he eventually submitted, laying his head on Doug's shoulder and nuzzling his face into his neck, whimpering and moaning as his own hand caressed Doug at a much gentler pace, his other arm wrapped around Doug's back.

Soon Wheatley began to tremble; and then he arched back against the wall, eyes half closed. A big lazy grin spread over his features as he thrust his hips forward. "Ohh, ohoh yeahhhh, man alive that's good," he groaned languidly as Doug felt his hot sticky fluid coat his hand. He pushed himself right up against Wheatley then, rubbing himself against him, chocking back a cry as his own orgasm surged through him and his cum spurted out against Wheatley's belly.

Then the bigger man embraced him and kissed him again, clasping their bodies together. The air felt hot and smelled of sex, and Doug could feel his heart racing.

Finally they cleaned each other up, using paper towels from the sink. Wheatley ticked himself away and zipped himself up again, before tenderly straightening Doug's tie and adjusting the lapels of his lab coat.

"You might wanna comb your hair," he advised. "Mine always looks like this, but you've got standards and that, so... Um. See you later, I suppose."

He left the clinic, leaving Doug in a raging mess of confusion. What did he mean by that? He couldn't possibly expect this to happen again, it was a one-off, a chance encounter, like when you caught the eye of a stranger in a park or a subway late at night and it lead to a meeting of minds and bodies. If he pursued any kind of a relationship with a test subject it would be a disciplinary offence, a gross breach of trust...

He's dependent on you for food, shelter, employment. It's an imbalance of power, you're an authority figure...

...now you're getting turned on at the thought of being an authority figure.

Doug meandered around the facility for the next few days., telling himself he wasn't going to see Wheatley. He decided he was going to catch up on that paperwork he'd been meaning to finish. But the quickest route to the offices was to cut through the test subject quarters, and fifteen minutes later he was knocking on Wheatley's door.

He could hear one of the battered little white radios blaring as Wheatley opened the door.

"I didn't know you spoke Spanish." Possibly the dumbest thing anyone had ever said, ever.

"I don't. The word for goal's pretty much the same though, and the place names, obviously."

"Oh, it's soccer." Wheatley frowned.

"No, Doug, it's football." He stepped back from the door. "Do you want to come in?"

Apologies for posting this twice, the first time I posted it there was a massive LJ delay, so I didn't see it had gone astray until I had already started posting the later parts. Hopefully more people will see it here. In a way it wasn't so bad, cause part 5 sort of worked after part 3 anyway, but it would be a shame for everyone to miss out on handjobs in a clinic I guess.