The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 1/6
anonymous
February 8 2011, 21:52:16 UTC
You couldn't avoid medical examinations in the Vault. Butch was an expert at avoiding things - classes, security officers, angry relatives, etc. - and even he couldn't escape the medicals
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The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 2/6
anonymous
February 8 2011, 21:53:44 UTC
"I know that," Butch snapped, and realized something: the Doc had probably seen the snatch of every single adult female in the Vault. Butch wasn't sure whether this was enviable or strangely horrifying. The Doc's benevolent smile was the smile of someone who probably knew what everybody looked like naked.
"Stop looking at me like that," Butch told the Doc.
He raised his eyebrows. "Like what?"
"Like that."
The Doc held up his hands in perplexed surrender. "Alright, if you say so. Now, I have to check your pulse, if that's quite okay. I need you to rest your hand on your lap and relax your arm."
The request seemed pretty harmless, so Butch complied. The Doc placed his fingers on his wrist and looked down at his watch.
While the Doc's attention was elsewhere, Butch continued to stare at the stirrups. He was pretty sure that he wasn't meant to find them kind of... hot. Then again, he was sixteen and hornier than a three-balled tomcat (he wasn't entirely sure what a tomcat was, but it must've been really fucking horny), and he found
( ... )
The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 3/6
anonymous
February 8 2011, 21:55:29 UTC
Things only got weirder when the Doc got handsy and started poking and prodding him in the face - 'gentle' was probably the wrong word for it, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. The Doc had smooth, careful hands, and he smelled of toothpaste and soap. Half of Butch wanted to relax, while the other half wanted to feel slightly indignant, but couldn't quite manage it.
Jesus Christ, this is as gay as a fucking birthday cake, said a sneaky little voice in his head.
He told the voice to fuck off, but it didn't work.
You're gay! For the Doctor! said the voice. Are you gonna write his name in little hearts all over your textbooks? Are you? Do you wanna marry him? He's kind of old but I bet Mom would totally approve. I bet he'd carry you over the threshold and make tender love to you on your wedding night and you'd probably cry.
Fuck. Off.
But seriously, he'd be much better as a sugar daddy. Think of all those chems you'd have access to. That was... a good point, actually
( ... )
The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 4/6
anonymous
February 8 2011, 21:56:56 UTC
The Doc regarded him with a tired expression. "To be honest, I could live my life quite happily without having to inspect anyone's genitalia, but it's required by Vault health regulations. However, I don't want to feel like I'm coercing you into anything... So, if you're dead set against it, I can sneakily fudge the results so the Overseer doesn't complain, and we can skip ahead to the next part of the examination, which'd be your heart and lungs."
There he went, being nice again. Butch realized something terrible: he actually wanted to do what the Doc said. He wasn't sure why, although introspection had never been his strong point. Besides, he didn't have anything to be ashamed about. He had a perfectly good dick, thank you very much, and it couldn't hurt to confirm that it was in working order. Right?
Right.
He ignored the more neurotic bit of himself that lurked at the back of his skull and kept shouting OH FUCKING HELL NO THIS WILL NOT END WELL over and over
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The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 5/6
anonymous
February 8 2011, 21:58:23 UTC
He curled his toes as he felt deft, impersonal fingers squeeze the underside of his cock, working towards the tip. "I'm just checking your corporal bodies for scar tissue," said the Doc, as if that make things any less weird. Butch made the mistake of glancing down. He saw what the Doc was doing. He quickly glanced away again. Of course, he could already feel what the Doc was doing, but seeing it made it worse. Desperate measures were required. Think of Old Lady Palmer topless and jumping up and down. Think of Officer Taylor eating noodles without his false teeth in. Think of the Overseer taking a shit. But no, his cock wasn't listening. His cock was too busy enjoying the attention.
There was a familiar heaviness between his legs.
Everything took on a sense of horrible inevitability.
"Er, Doc..." Butch said, very quietly, but it was too late. And the worst thing, the absolute worst thing, was how good it felt
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Re: The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 5/6
anonymous
February 9 2011, 18:07:27 UTC
It crossed his mind that he should thank the Doc for being understanding, but he quickly dismissed the thought and instead made a mental note to punch the Doc's kid the next time they met. Just because.
The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 6/7 (Anon can't count.)
anonymous
February 8 2011, 22:00:42 UTC
Luckily, the corridors were empty during the walk back from the clinic to his quarters, so he didn't need to worry about answering awkward questions or having to look anybody in the eye. He returned to an empty home - his Mom was working, thank Christ - and went straight to his room. He couldn't relax until he'd double-checked that the door was locked behind him. It wasn't that he felt guilty, just stupid.
Still, there wasn't much point in moping over things. He'd made himself look like an idiot, but he could worry about that later. Other concerns took priority, and there was something he had to do before he lost his nerve.
He sat down on the bed and retrieved the tube of moisturizer that he'd hidden under the mattress, unceremoniously squeezing some of the lotion onto the palm of his hand. Then he unzipped the fly of his jumpsuit, leaned back, and let out a deep breath.
The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 7/7
anonymous
February 8 2011, 22:03:29 UTC
Still feeling self-conscious, he stroked his cock to hardness with a few perfunctory tugs, and shut his eyes.
Fuck, it was such a relief. He'd spent the past few minutes feeling as if his underpants were too small. Now that he had some privacy and plenty of time for some relaxed self-abuse, the possibilities opened themselves up to him, although he wasn't sure what he wanted. Well, okay, the Doc obviously featured somewhere, but he wasn't sure what sort of doctor-type things the Doc did to people. He decided to wing it.
There was the Doc smearing lubricant onto his fingers with an expression of benign indifference. Bend over. Keep still. But, no, that didn't flatter his ego. Okay, there was the Doc on his knees, eyes closed, intense and focused on sucking him off. He imagined the man's hands gripping his hips, fingertips digging into his skin. But shit, if he was just going to suck his cock, then he could've been anyone, and it didn't matter that he was a doctor. It had to be more specific. Alright, how should've that medical exam
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Re: The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 7/7
anonymous
February 8 2011, 22:10:29 UTC
Oh dear lord, that was amazing. I feel like a dick for interrupting your flow up there, derp. And, oh god, there were some lines in there that really had me cracking up. Thank you so much for this. :'D
Re: The Other Sort of Doctor-Patient Relationship 7/7
anonymous
February 9 2011, 00:12:13 UTC
OP HERE!
Oh my god. That was perfect. That was beyond my expectations. Thank you amazing anon writer. I am terribly gleeful right now. Your characterization is fantastic. You handled this brilliantly. It's both realistic AND sexy, which required an imaginative mind... Inserting the hotness into the fantasy of Butch....SO MUCH WIN. The doctor is very canon and I absolutely love Butch's voice, it really feels like it's him! X3 You're so witty! I'm so happy that I don't know how I could convey it. <3 <3 <3
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"Stop looking at me like that," Butch told the Doc.
He raised his eyebrows. "Like what?"
"Like that."
The Doc held up his hands in perplexed surrender. "Alright, if you say so. Now, I have to check your pulse, if that's quite okay. I need you to rest your hand on your lap and relax your arm."
The request seemed pretty harmless, so Butch complied. The Doc placed his fingers on his wrist and looked down at his watch.
While the Doc's attention was elsewhere, Butch continued to stare at the stirrups. He was pretty sure that he wasn't meant to find them kind of... hot. Then again, he was sixteen and hornier than a three-balled tomcat (he wasn't entirely sure what a tomcat was, but it must've been really fucking horny), and he found ( ... )
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Jesus Christ, this is as gay as a fucking birthday cake, said a sneaky little voice in his head.
He told the voice to fuck off, but it didn't work.
You're gay! For the Doctor! said the voice. Are you gonna write his name in little hearts all over your textbooks? Are you? Do you wanna marry him? He's kind of old but I bet Mom would totally approve. I bet he'd carry you over the threshold and make tender love to you on your wedding night and you'd probably cry.
Fuck. Off.
But seriously, he'd be much better as a sugar daddy. Think of all those chems you'd have access to. That was... a good point, actually ( ... )
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There he went, being nice again. Butch realized something terrible: he actually wanted to do what the Doc said. He wasn't sure why, although introspection had never been his strong point. Besides, he didn't have anything to be ashamed about. He had a perfectly good dick, thank you very much, and it couldn't hurt to confirm that it was in working order. Right?
Right.
He ignored the more neurotic bit of himself that lurked at the back of his skull and kept shouting OH FUCKING HELL NO THIS WILL NOT END WELL over and over ( ... )
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There was a familiar heaviness between his legs.
Everything took on a sense of horrible inevitability.
"Er, Doc..." Butch said, very quietly, but it was too late. And the worst thing, the absolute worst thing, was how good it felt ( ... )
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ILU. That is the best line ever. XD
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Still, there wasn't much point in moping over things. He'd made himself look like an idiot, but he could worry about that later. Other concerns took priority, and there was something he had to do before he lost his nerve.
He sat down on the bed and retrieved the tube of moisturizer that he'd hidden under the mattress, unceremoniously squeezing some of the lotion onto the palm of his hand. Then he unzipped the fly of his jumpsuit, leaned back, and let out a deep breath.
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Fuck, it was such a relief. He'd spent the past few minutes feeling as if his underpants were too small. Now that he had some privacy and plenty of time for some relaxed self-abuse, the possibilities opened themselves up to him, although he wasn't sure what he wanted. Well, okay, the Doc obviously featured somewhere, but he wasn't sure what sort of doctor-type things the Doc did to people. He decided to wing it.
There was the Doc smearing lubricant onto his fingers with an expression of benign indifference. Bend over. Keep still. But, no, that didn't flatter his ego. Okay, there was the Doc on his knees, eyes closed, intense and focused on sucking him off. He imagined the man's hands gripping his hips, fingertips digging into his skin. But shit, if he was just going to suck his cock, then he could've been anyone, and it didn't matter that he was a doctor. It had to be more specific. Alright, how should've that medical exam ( ... )
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Oh my god. That was perfect. That was beyond my expectations. Thank you amazing anon writer. I am terribly gleeful right now. Your characterization is fantastic. You handled this brilliantly. It's both realistic AND sexy, which required an imaginative mind... Inserting the hotness into the fantasy of Butch....SO MUCH WIN. The doctor is very canon and I absolutely love Butch's voice, it really feels like it's him! X3 You're so witty! I'm so happy that I don't know how I could convey it. <3 <3 <3
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