FIC - De-stressing (NEID) (Chapter 1/?)
Title: De-stressing (Chapter 1/?)
Author: wheelie47
Beta: valenti1965
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Noah and Reid
Word count: 3,928
Summary: Bad Boy!Noah helps Reid de-stress…
A one-shot and very AU version of how they first met
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT. No offence intended.
Notes: I’m stretching or more likely ignoring some facts… so just go with the flow!
Written for Neid Lil' Bang over at the theneid
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
“Hey lady… careful!” the young, dark-haired man hissed, snatching his injured right hand out of the nurse’s reach.
“Mr. Mayer…” the petite, blonde-haired nurse clucked in frustration, “… you have to let me take a look at your hand. It could be infected.” She shook her head disparagingly as she looked her unwilling patient in the face. She’d lost count of the amount of these types of young men that had come through the hospital doors in all the years she had been an ER nurse; young bucks with way too much testosterone and with something to prove to the world.
“My hand is fine. And it's Noah… just Noah.” he stated petulantly. Noah hated his last name; it was just one more painful reminder of his father, Colonel Mayer; decorated army officer and all-round good guy, except, of course, if you were his son.
The young man met her stare defiantly. He knew she was giving him the once over… knew her experienced eyes were cataloguing the scars, both old and new, that covered his knuckles, as well as the one that intersected his left eyebrow and the one that ran lengthwise under his chin. She was also visually assessing the new abrasions on the back of his right hand, his grazed lip and the black eye. This nurse wasn't stupid… she knew what they all meant.
Noah Mayer had been fighting most of his adult life. No, scratch that! He'd been fighting all of his life. From an early age he'd been emotionally fighting against the very small… much regimented life his father had planned for him. If each friend he made wasn't the right type of friend; then Noah would, in no uncertain terms, be discouraged from seeing them. If the Colonel didn't approve of Noah's chosen academic selections; he would pressurise his son to change them.
On a dismal and rainy November night, it all came to a head. The shouting and the bullying suddenly made something snap inside Noah and he told his father a few home truths: he was not going to follow in his father’s footsteps; he wanted to be his own man. And, oh yes, by the way: ‘I’m gay!’
Noah involuntarily flinched at the memory of the Colonel’s vitriolic words. “You disgusting pervert! You're no son of mine. This is how you repay me for all the years of care, attention and the time I’ve spent looking after you. Get out! Get out of my house! Now!”
His father’s emotional abuse had turned into something more physical that night when the Colonel had thrown Noah out of their Army base house and out of his life for good. And the young man could remember each push, each slap and each punch as if they had only happened moments before.
“Are you OK?” the nurse’s concerned voice filtered through the memory.
Focusing on the woman again, Noah realised she had reached out for his injured hand once more while he had been distracted.
The young man startled out of his painful reverie. “I… um….” He quickly regained his composure; the hard, cold mask he'd got so used to wearing descending again over his chiselled and stubbled features.
He snatched back his hand. “I already told you, my hand is fine!” Noah muttered. He really wasn't worried about his hand. After all it wasn't the first time that his knuckles had been split and bloodied; he’d gotten proficient in applying his own antiseptic dressings. It hadn't taken a giant leap on Noah's part for the pain and hurt of his father's rejection to harden into a bitter and rebellious ‘fuck you!’ attitude to the Colonel and the rest of the world.
The angry young man had descended into a world of seedy bars, cheap alcohol and equally cheap men; no place for anyone with a chip on his shoulder the size of Noah's.
That attitude had got him into more than one bar room brawl.
Turned out he was pretty good with his fists; he had the build and the reach for fighting. And he wasn’t the only one that thought so either… it hadn’t taken long to be recruited by a bare-knuckle fight scout.
There was no denying that the money was good; it helped pay for his comfortable apartment and had brought the customised midnight-black Harley-Davidson Iron 883 that was parked out in the hospital parking lot.
But above all that, when Noah's fist connected with another man's jaw; the satisfying crunch helped ease the cold numbness that was growing inside… if only for a short time.
“It's my eyes I need you to take a look at,” he explained.
Usually his opponents did little more than strike a couple of glancing blows, but last night Noah's head wasn't in the game. The keen eye he'd developed through countless fights, which enabled him to assess his sparring partner’s weaknesses and predict their punches, had caught sight of someone in the crowded, dimly lit and smoky backroom.
It was little more than a fleeting glance… more of a shadow really. Could it be?! Could his father have been in some dingy Dallas bar? Why would he even be here? The Colonel made it plain that he never wanted to see his son again.
Noah must’ve been mistaken because when he looked again more closely there was no sign of the man… perhaps it had just been his imagination stirring up unwanted memories. But the distraction had given his opponent the opportunity he’d needed to land some well-aimed blows to Noah’s head.
“I’ve got a pounding headache and my eyesight is all blurry,” the young man explained. He’d woken up this morning with the headache from hell and he couldn’t focus properly in harsh lighting.
“Mmm? Well… we’ll need to get a doctor to take a look at you and he’ll probably want to send you for a scan.”
A scan? At least he was getting somewhere now! He’d already wasted enough time here. Noah hated hospitals but even he knew when he needed to use one; it came with the territory.
“Great! Now you’re talking.” He slid off the narrow hospital bed and grabbed his leather biker jacket. “Just tell me where I need to go,” he added over his shoulder as he strode toward the door.
“But wait…” the petite nurse nearly had to run to keep up with him, “… you can’t just go up there! The doctor needs to see you first and…”
Wait to see a doctor first and waste more time?! He didn’t think so! “Just tell them where I’ll be.”
The young man hoisted his jacket over his shoulder and walked purposefully down the corridor.
Noah turned abruptly back to face the nurse, realising that he didn’t have a clue where he was going. “Um… where exactly will I be?” he murmured, at least having the good grace to look a little sheepish.
“Third floor,” she sighed and rolled her eyes emphatically. Men? What could you do with them?!...
…
“Hey… watch out!” Doctor Reid Oliver warned, snatching his hand back away from the door and jumping back out of the way when a hospital orderly came barrelling through, pushing a bed in front of him.
Just great! His day was just getting better and better! Firstly, the power was out in his building, which meant that he couldn't have the eggs and bacon breakfast that he’d promised himself. Then, when he'd eventually fought through the downtown Dallas rush-hour traffic, he'd found that the hospital was bursting to the seams with patients. Every. Single. One of them seemingly needing his attention. Was he the only doctor working today?! And now, some idiot of a hospital orderly was intent on mowing him down in the corridor.
The orderly shrugged his shoulders as he pulled his iPod ear buds out. “Sorry Doc. Didn't see you there.”
Doc?! The neurosurgeon rolled his eyes dramatically. Just where was the respect? And that orderly looked like he should be in school rather than attempting to add new patients to the already overflowing hospital.
“Shouldn't you be in…” The sarcastic retort died on his lips as the other man just smiled, stuck his ear buds back in and carried on down the corridor.
“Well!” Reid huffed to himself; the least the kid could do was stay around to hear his insult. Where was the fun in that?!
The doctor looked at his watch. Maybe if he was quick he could head up to the doctor’s lounge on the third floor and grab something to eat before his next patient. A hungry Reid made for a grumpy Reid and he needed something to fill the hole.
He made up his mind and turned quickly on his heels, striding off in the direction of the bank of elevators…
…
Noah was just about to jab a thumb at the third floor call button in the elevator car when a strong, authoritative voice called through the closing doors. “Hold the doors!”
His thumb hovered over the open door button, in two minds whether to press it or not. The last thing he needed was some jackass trying to make conversation on the ride up to the third floor.
At the last moment the young man shrugged his shoulders, decided ‘what the hell’ and pressed the button.
Noah barely looked at the other man as he strode in, the doors closing behind him. Making eye contact with someone usually encouraged them to talk to him… and Noah was a man of few words.
“Thanks.” Dr. Oliver nodded perfunctorily as he slipped past the taller dark-haired man and leaned up against the back wall of the car.
In this position, Reid had the perfect opportunity to study the man in front of him. He looked down at the man’s hands where they curled loosely at his sides; his doctor’s eye for detail noticed the bandaged right hand and the scars on the left straight away.
Although the other man was now facing away from him toward the doors, the neurosurgeon had also registered the split lip and the black eye when he’d walk past. Judging by the guy’s posture and the dark edges of a tattoo that Reid could see emerging out from under his collar; this guy obviously thought he was some kind of badass who was no stranger to fighting.
He sighed loudly. Why would people do that to themselves? Looking down at his own hands; a surgeon’s tools of the trade, Reid couldn’t imagine why anyone would risk damaging their hands not to mention what repeated blows to the head could do.
Hearing the noise behind him, Noah turned quickly to face the man, who judging by the scrubs he wore was a doctor He smirked when he caught the man's quick head movement as it snapped up to meet his stare. Was this guy checking him out?! Well, it was something the young man was definitely used to… from men and women alike.
“What the fuck's your problem?!” Noah asked, taking a menacing step forward.
Reid wasn’t fazed. He pushed himself upright, stood a little taller and looked the other man in the eye. “I’m just wondering if you have any brothers?” He kept his voice level and calm, with a hint of a sarcastic smirk playing across his lips.
“What?” Noah asked, his face a picture of confusion.
“No? OK… sisters then, maybe?”
The other man shook his head in disbelief; the movement doing little to ease the throbbing behind his eyes. This guy was clearly insane… doctor or not. But at least, Noah had to give him a little credit for not backing away; most people were intimidated by the young man's menacing frame.
And as he looked closer at the man, Noah had to admit that the guy, although he was older than him, was actually kinda hot. He found himself fleetingly wondering just what the man was packing beneath his scrubs, his cock twitching in response to the thought. Fuck! He needed to get laid… it had been a while. No sex, hand jobs or anything else before a fight. That was the rule!
“I just figured that you must have siblings lurking somewhere… because judging by the trouble you seemed to have gotten yourself into …” Reid interrupted the dark-haired man’s train of thought as he gestured down to Noah’s hand and then back up to his face, “… last night wasn’t your turn to have the shared family brain cell!”
“What the…” Noah’s response was cut off when the elevator car juddered to a halt and they were plunged into darkness. Shit!
“It’s OK,” Reid fought to keep the panic out of his voice; trying to convince himself rather than the other man. “The emergency lighting should…” Before he could even finish his sentence the emergency lighting kicked in, bathing the car in a low glow.
“Press the alarm!” the doctor instructed urgently, seeing that the other man hadn’t moved from in front of him.
Noah didn’t argue… as much as the subdued lighting was easier on his eyes, the last thing he wanted to be was trapped in an elevator with this guy!
He turned and jabbed a finger at the red button. Nothing! Fuck!
“Press it again!” Reid could feel icy-cold fingers of fear gripping his heart and his grey T-shirt under his scrubs was beginning to dampen with sweat.
The younger man pressed the button… again and again. Still nothing!
“You can’t be doing it right!” Dr. Oliver exclaimed in frustration and growing anxiety as he elbowed the man out of the way to get to the control panel. Great! What a time to be stuck with another Neanderthal.
He repeatedly jabbed at the alarm button until his finger started to hurt.
“Idiot!” he exclaimed to himself as he fished into his scrub pants pocket for his phone… wondering why he hadn’t thought of it at first. “Damn!” Reid stared at the blank screen in frustration. What with the power cut at home and being busy here the minute he’d walked through the sliding hospital doors, he hadn’t had the chance to charge his phone.
“Well?!” Reid spun to face the younger man, nodding down to his black pant’s pocket.
Noah dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “No signal!”
“What?!” Reid’s voice croaked in disbelief. “This can’t be happening. I can’t be stuck in here… I just can’t.” His voice got louder with each word and he found himself pacing back and forth in the small confined space. It felt like the walls of the elevator were closing in around him. Memories of when he was a child and his Uncle locking him in the cupboard under the stairs for punishment and to make a ‘man out of him’ came flooding back to haunt him.
Reid wiped his clammy hands on his scrub pants and swallowed hard. His tongue feeling like it was twice the normal size, threatening to choke him.
The younger man watched the doctor’s antics. “Relax Dude! They’ll realise we’re stuck in here and they’ll come get us!” This was all he needed; to be stuck with some crazy-assed doctor who was freaking out more with each passing minute. Guess the guy with the attitude wasn’t all that after all… everybody had their own weaknesses.
“Exactly who is going to come and get us? Nobody knows we’re here!” Reid was almost hysterical now.
This guy was driving Noah crazy and doing nothing to ease his headache. He had to shut the guy up!
Dropping his jacket to the floor and taking one stride forward, the young man was standing in front of the doctor.
Noah placed his hand on the other man’s chest and pushed him up against the wall.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Reid asked indignantly as he stared into the other man’s eyes and realised with a start just how blue and intense they were.
“Relax man! I’m just helping you de-stress,” Noah smirked as he leaned in a little closer.
“Just how is….” The doctor’s acerbic words were immediately silenced when the other man closed the gap between them completely and licked a strip up the side of Reid’s neck to his ear, sucking the earlobe into his hot moist mouth and swirling his tongue slowly over the flesh.
Fuck! A part of Reid wanted to struggle against the unwanted attention; he couldn’t believe this was happening. But a bigger part of him… the part that was fed up with being surrounded by yes men who seemed to only want to date him because the doctor was making a name for himself… thrilled that this guy was hard and edgy and a little bit dangerous. The whole ‘fuck you’ attitude kinda reminded Reid of himself. Not to mention that it was actually kind of helping to distract him off of the whole being trapped in a confined space thing.
All further thought instantly died in his brain when the younger man’s hand snaked over his groin and squeezed his soft cock through the material of his scrub pants.
Reid couldn’t stop the groan that escaped from his lips.
Noah smirked at the sound. “You like that?!” he murmured, his breath hot against the side of the doctor’s neck. Maybe getting stuck in here with this guy wouldn’t be so bad after all!
The neurosurgeon could only groan in response, for once lost for words, as Noah stroked and massaged his cock.
He could only watch wordlessly as the other man’s ruggedly chiselled features loomed into view before disappearing with a smirk as he dropped to his knees in front of the doctor.
Reid continued to watch as if this was happening to somebody else… that is until he felt Noah’s sure fingers pull down the front of his scrub pants just enough to extricate his, by now, half-hard cock from the confines off his grey boxer-briefs.
The sudden cold air that assaulted his cock, bought the doctor back to his senses and he knew that he should stop this. Just as Reid reached down to yank the man up by his shoulders, Noah chose that exact moment to sink his mouth over his length, swallowing him almost down to the base.
“Fuck!” Reid groaned and closed his eyes, his head slamming back against the wall of the elevator. Fingers that had been heading down to curl around the younger man’s shoulders, stopped short and grasped the dark hair instead and pulled… urging him on.
Noah smirked lustfully around the hardening cock in his mouth as he worked his lips and tongue up and down its length, fingers grasped firmly around the base. The sting of pain that assaulted the young man's senses from his split lip and his grazed and bloodied knuckles only served to heighten the pleasure of feeling a full and heavy cock on his tongue and dragging at the back of his throat. He loved sucking cock! Loved it almost as much as thrusting his own hard length into a hot, moist and inviting hole. Dear old dad would be so proud!
The increasingly guttural and erratic groans from above him shot straight to Noah's cock and he palmed it through his pants, desperate for friction.
Yanking the doctor’s scrubs down further, Noah used his free hand to delve in deeper. He extended his long index finger, teasing the other man’s hole before slipping just the tip inside; all the while increasing his suction on the hard and leaking cock in his mouth.
The combined assault rocketed Reid to the edge. “Jesus! I'm…huh… I…” He grasped the kneeling man's hair tighter in warning.
But instead the younger man’s head just bobbed back and forth faster, sucking harder and flicking his tongue along the prominent throbbing vein on the underside of Reid's manhood.
With one more swipe of Noah’s tongue across the head of his cock, Reid was bucking his hips and filling the other man’s eager mouth.
After sucking the doctor dry, Noah stood, smirking as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Better now?”
Without waiting for a response, Noah reached down to unzip his pants and pull out his already leaking cock; increasingly desperate for his own release. The young man’s fist twisted and pulled, working up and down the shaft as he reached forward with his other hand to grasp the doctor's shoulder in order to turn him around.
As if fate were conspiring against them, the elevator chose that exact same moment to jolt back to life.
Grunting in frustration, Noah shoved himself back into his pants. He’d just have to deal with that nagging problem later on.
“Later Doc!” he smirked and winked at the other man before turning to pick his jacket up off the floor.
Dr Oliver managed to pull enough brain cells together to have the presence of mind to tuck his now spent cock back into his underwear and yank up his navy blue scrub pants just as the elevator reached the third floor and the doors slid open.
Reid could only stand and watch as the other man flung his jacket over his shoulder and strode out into the corridor without a single backward glance.…
…
“Dr Oliver…um… I… here's the file on your next patient,” the young nurse stuttered nervously as she held out the patient notes. This was only her first week and countless people had already warned her about Reid Oliver and his attitude.
“Jeez… that's just great!” the doctor muttered to himself as he grabbed the file. Flipping it open, he glanced over the notes and test results. “Just what I needed… one more patient. Have all of the other doctors finally given up, admitted they can't compete and gone home?” Getting no response, he looked up at the nurse who was just staring blankly back at him.
He sighed. “Why don't you just run along and go do whatever nursey things you nurses do?”
Reid was distracted. He could really do without another patient being added to his caseload today. All he wanted to do was to go home and order take-out. He had a desperate desire for comfort food; the incident in the elevator had shaken him more than the doctor wanted to admit. It wasn't so much that it had happened or even that it would have gone further if the power to the elevator hadn't been restored. No… what shocked him more than anything was that he hadn't stopped it… didn't want to stop it. It had been exhilarating, tinged with a hint of danger that he’d found surprisingly arousing. He'd wanted it. He'd needed it.
The neurosurgeon shook his head in frustration at himself. Standing here in the corridor musing about something that had happened and that he couldn't change now really wasn't helping or getting him any closer to finally being able to get something to eat.
Reid strode purposefully down the corridor to see his next patient.
He opened the door whilst looking down to read the name on the file. “So, Mr. Mayer, I see you've been getting into….” Reid's words petered out into a shocked silence as he looked up and straight into the chiselled features and intense crystal blue eyes of the elevator guy with the bad attitude. Oh shit!
Noah's lip curled into a smirk when he saw just who had walked through his door.
Now this should be interesting!
Chapter 2
Author: wheelie47
Beta: valenti1965
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Noah and Reid
Word count: 3,928
Summary: Bad Boy!Noah helps Reid de-stress…
A one-shot and very AU version of how they first met
Disclaimer: Don’t own characters, am not associated in any way with ATWT. No offence intended.
Notes: I’m stretching or more likely ignoring some facts… so just go with the flow!
Written for Neid Lil' Bang over at the theneid
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
“Hey lady… careful!” the young, dark-haired man hissed, snatching his injured right hand out of the nurse’s reach.
“Mr. Mayer…” the petite, blonde-haired nurse clucked in frustration, “… you have to let me take a look at your hand. It could be infected.” She shook her head disparagingly as she looked her unwilling patient in the face. She’d lost count of the amount of these types of young men that had come through the hospital doors in all the years she had been an ER nurse; young bucks with way too much testosterone and with something to prove to the world.
“My hand is fine. And it's Noah… just Noah.” he stated petulantly. Noah hated his last name; it was just one more painful reminder of his father, Colonel Mayer; decorated army officer and all-round good guy, except, of course, if you were his son.
The young man met her stare defiantly. He knew she was giving him the once over… knew her experienced eyes were cataloguing the scars, both old and new, that covered his knuckles, as well as the one that intersected his left eyebrow and the one that ran lengthwise under his chin. She was also visually assessing the new abrasions on the back of his right hand, his grazed lip and the black eye. This nurse wasn't stupid… she knew what they all meant.
Noah Mayer had been fighting most of his adult life. No, scratch that! He'd been fighting all of his life. From an early age he'd been emotionally fighting against the very small… much regimented life his father had planned for him. If each friend he made wasn't the right type of friend; then Noah would, in no uncertain terms, be discouraged from seeing them. If the Colonel didn't approve of Noah's chosen academic selections; he would pressurise his son to change them.
On a dismal and rainy November night, it all came to a head. The shouting and the bullying suddenly made something snap inside Noah and he told his father a few home truths: he was not going to follow in his father’s footsteps; he wanted to be his own man. And, oh yes, by the way: ‘I’m gay!’
Noah involuntarily flinched at the memory of the Colonel’s vitriolic words. “You disgusting pervert! You're no son of mine. This is how you repay me for all the years of care, attention and the time I’ve spent looking after you. Get out! Get out of my house! Now!”
His father’s emotional abuse had turned into something more physical that night when the Colonel had thrown Noah out of their Army base house and out of his life for good. And the young man could remember each push, each slap and each punch as if they had only happened moments before.
“Are you OK?” the nurse’s concerned voice filtered through the memory.
Focusing on the woman again, Noah realised she had reached out for his injured hand once more while he had been distracted.
The young man startled out of his painful reverie. “I… um….” He quickly regained his composure; the hard, cold mask he'd got so used to wearing descending again over his chiselled and stubbled features.
He snatched back his hand. “I already told you, my hand is fine!” Noah muttered. He really wasn't worried about his hand. After all it wasn't the first time that his knuckles had been split and bloodied; he’d gotten proficient in applying his own antiseptic dressings. It hadn't taken a giant leap on Noah's part for the pain and hurt of his father's rejection to harden into a bitter and rebellious ‘fuck you!’ attitude to the Colonel and the rest of the world.
The angry young man had descended into a world of seedy bars, cheap alcohol and equally cheap men; no place for anyone with a chip on his shoulder the size of Noah's.
That attitude had got him into more than one bar room brawl.
Turned out he was pretty good with his fists; he had the build and the reach for fighting. And he wasn’t the only one that thought so either… it hadn’t taken long to be recruited by a bare-knuckle fight scout.
There was no denying that the money was good; it helped pay for his comfortable apartment and had brought the customised midnight-black Harley-Davidson Iron 883 that was parked out in the hospital parking lot.
But above all that, when Noah's fist connected with another man's jaw; the satisfying crunch helped ease the cold numbness that was growing inside… if only for a short time.
“It's my eyes I need you to take a look at,” he explained.
Usually his opponents did little more than strike a couple of glancing blows, but last night Noah's head wasn't in the game. The keen eye he'd developed through countless fights, which enabled him to assess his sparring partner’s weaknesses and predict their punches, had caught sight of someone in the crowded, dimly lit and smoky backroom.
It was little more than a fleeting glance… more of a shadow really. Could it be?! Could his father have been in some dingy Dallas bar? Why would he even be here? The Colonel made it plain that he never wanted to see his son again.
Noah must’ve been mistaken because when he looked again more closely there was no sign of the man… perhaps it had just been his imagination stirring up unwanted memories. But the distraction had given his opponent the opportunity he’d needed to land some well-aimed blows to Noah’s head.
“I’ve got a pounding headache and my eyesight is all blurry,” the young man explained. He’d woken up this morning with the headache from hell and he couldn’t focus properly in harsh lighting.
“Mmm? Well… we’ll need to get a doctor to take a look at you and he’ll probably want to send you for a scan.”
A scan? At least he was getting somewhere now! He’d already wasted enough time here. Noah hated hospitals but even he knew when he needed to use one; it came with the territory.
“Great! Now you’re talking.” He slid off the narrow hospital bed and grabbed his leather biker jacket. “Just tell me where I need to go,” he added over his shoulder as he strode toward the door.
“But wait…” the petite nurse nearly had to run to keep up with him, “… you can’t just go up there! The doctor needs to see you first and…”
Wait to see a doctor first and waste more time?! He didn’t think so! “Just tell them where I’ll be.”
The young man hoisted his jacket over his shoulder and walked purposefully down the corridor.
Noah turned abruptly back to face the nurse, realising that he didn’t have a clue where he was going. “Um… where exactly will I be?” he murmured, at least having the good grace to look a little sheepish.
“Third floor,” she sighed and rolled her eyes emphatically. Men? What could you do with them?!...
…
“Hey… watch out!” Doctor Reid Oliver warned, snatching his hand back away from the door and jumping back out of the way when a hospital orderly came barrelling through, pushing a bed in front of him.
Just great! His day was just getting better and better! Firstly, the power was out in his building, which meant that he couldn't have the eggs and bacon breakfast that he’d promised himself. Then, when he'd eventually fought through the downtown Dallas rush-hour traffic, he'd found that the hospital was bursting to the seams with patients. Every. Single. One of them seemingly needing his attention. Was he the only doctor working today?! And now, some idiot of a hospital orderly was intent on mowing him down in the corridor.
The orderly shrugged his shoulders as he pulled his iPod ear buds out. “Sorry Doc. Didn't see you there.”
Doc?! The neurosurgeon rolled his eyes dramatically. Just where was the respect? And that orderly looked like he should be in school rather than attempting to add new patients to the already overflowing hospital.
“Shouldn't you be in…” The sarcastic retort died on his lips as the other man just smiled, stuck his ear buds back in and carried on down the corridor.
“Well!” Reid huffed to himself; the least the kid could do was stay around to hear his insult. Where was the fun in that?!
The doctor looked at his watch. Maybe if he was quick he could head up to the doctor’s lounge on the third floor and grab something to eat before his next patient. A hungry Reid made for a grumpy Reid and he needed something to fill the hole.
He made up his mind and turned quickly on his heels, striding off in the direction of the bank of elevators…
…
Noah was just about to jab a thumb at the third floor call button in the elevator car when a strong, authoritative voice called through the closing doors. “Hold the doors!”
His thumb hovered over the open door button, in two minds whether to press it or not. The last thing he needed was some jackass trying to make conversation on the ride up to the third floor.
At the last moment the young man shrugged his shoulders, decided ‘what the hell’ and pressed the button.
Noah barely looked at the other man as he strode in, the doors closing behind him. Making eye contact with someone usually encouraged them to talk to him… and Noah was a man of few words.
“Thanks.” Dr. Oliver nodded perfunctorily as he slipped past the taller dark-haired man and leaned up against the back wall of the car.
In this position, Reid had the perfect opportunity to study the man in front of him. He looked down at the man’s hands where they curled loosely at his sides; his doctor’s eye for detail noticed the bandaged right hand and the scars on the left straight away.
Although the other man was now facing away from him toward the doors, the neurosurgeon had also registered the split lip and the black eye when he’d walk past. Judging by the guy’s posture and the dark edges of a tattoo that Reid could see emerging out from under his collar; this guy obviously thought he was some kind of badass who was no stranger to fighting.
He sighed loudly. Why would people do that to themselves? Looking down at his own hands; a surgeon’s tools of the trade, Reid couldn’t imagine why anyone would risk damaging their hands not to mention what repeated blows to the head could do.
Hearing the noise behind him, Noah turned quickly to face the man, who judging by the scrubs he wore was a doctor He smirked when he caught the man's quick head movement as it snapped up to meet his stare. Was this guy checking him out?! Well, it was something the young man was definitely used to… from men and women alike.
“What the fuck's your problem?!” Noah asked, taking a menacing step forward.
Reid wasn’t fazed. He pushed himself upright, stood a little taller and looked the other man in the eye. “I’m just wondering if you have any brothers?” He kept his voice level and calm, with a hint of a sarcastic smirk playing across his lips.
“What?” Noah asked, his face a picture of confusion.
“No? OK… sisters then, maybe?”
The other man shook his head in disbelief; the movement doing little to ease the throbbing behind his eyes. This guy was clearly insane… doctor or not. But at least, Noah had to give him a little credit for not backing away; most people were intimidated by the young man's menacing frame.
And as he looked closer at the man, Noah had to admit that the guy, although he was older than him, was actually kinda hot. He found himself fleetingly wondering just what the man was packing beneath his scrubs, his cock twitching in response to the thought. Fuck! He needed to get laid… it had been a while. No sex, hand jobs or anything else before a fight. That was the rule!
“I just figured that you must have siblings lurking somewhere… because judging by the trouble you seemed to have gotten yourself into …” Reid interrupted the dark-haired man’s train of thought as he gestured down to Noah’s hand and then back up to his face, “… last night wasn’t your turn to have the shared family brain cell!”
“What the…” Noah’s response was cut off when the elevator car juddered to a halt and they were plunged into darkness. Shit!
“It’s OK,” Reid fought to keep the panic out of his voice; trying to convince himself rather than the other man. “The emergency lighting should…” Before he could even finish his sentence the emergency lighting kicked in, bathing the car in a low glow.
“Press the alarm!” the doctor instructed urgently, seeing that the other man hadn’t moved from in front of him.
Noah didn’t argue… as much as the subdued lighting was easier on his eyes, the last thing he wanted to be was trapped in an elevator with this guy!
He turned and jabbed a finger at the red button. Nothing! Fuck!
“Press it again!” Reid could feel icy-cold fingers of fear gripping his heart and his grey T-shirt under his scrubs was beginning to dampen with sweat.
The younger man pressed the button… again and again. Still nothing!
“You can’t be doing it right!” Dr. Oliver exclaimed in frustration and growing anxiety as he elbowed the man out of the way to get to the control panel. Great! What a time to be stuck with another Neanderthal.
He repeatedly jabbed at the alarm button until his finger started to hurt.
“Idiot!” he exclaimed to himself as he fished into his scrub pants pocket for his phone… wondering why he hadn’t thought of it at first. “Damn!” Reid stared at the blank screen in frustration. What with the power cut at home and being busy here the minute he’d walked through the sliding hospital doors, he hadn’t had the chance to charge his phone.
“Well?!” Reid spun to face the younger man, nodding down to his black pant’s pocket.
Noah dug into his pocket, pulling out his phone. “No signal!”
“What?!” Reid’s voice croaked in disbelief. “This can’t be happening. I can’t be stuck in here… I just can’t.” His voice got louder with each word and he found himself pacing back and forth in the small confined space. It felt like the walls of the elevator were closing in around him. Memories of when he was a child and his Uncle locking him in the cupboard under the stairs for punishment and to make a ‘man out of him’ came flooding back to haunt him.
Reid wiped his clammy hands on his scrub pants and swallowed hard. His tongue feeling like it was twice the normal size, threatening to choke him.
The younger man watched the doctor’s antics. “Relax Dude! They’ll realise we’re stuck in here and they’ll come get us!” This was all he needed; to be stuck with some crazy-assed doctor who was freaking out more with each passing minute. Guess the guy with the attitude wasn’t all that after all… everybody had their own weaknesses.
“Exactly who is going to come and get us? Nobody knows we’re here!” Reid was almost hysterical now.
This guy was driving Noah crazy and doing nothing to ease his headache. He had to shut the guy up!
Dropping his jacket to the floor and taking one stride forward, the young man was standing in front of the doctor.
Noah placed his hand on the other man’s chest and pushed him up against the wall.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Reid asked indignantly as he stared into the other man’s eyes and realised with a start just how blue and intense they were.
“Relax man! I’m just helping you de-stress,” Noah smirked as he leaned in a little closer.
“Just how is….” The doctor’s acerbic words were immediately silenced when the other man closed the gap between them completely and licked a strip up the side of Reid’s neck to his ear, sucking the earlobe into his hot moist mouth and swirling his tongue slowly over the flesh.
Fuck! A part of Reid wanted to struggle against the unwanted attention; he couldn’t believe this was happening. But a bigger part of him… the part that was fed up with being surrounded by yes men who seemed to only want to date him because the doctor was making a name for himself… thrilled that this guy was hard and edgy and a little bit dangerous. The whole ‘fuck you’ attitude kinda reminded Reid of himself. Not to mention that it was actually kind of helping to distract him off of the whole being trapped in a confined space thing.
All further thought instantly died in his brain when the younger man’s hand snaked over his groin and squeezed his soft cock through the material of his scrub pants.
Reid couldn’t stop the groan that escaped from his lips.
Noah smirked at the sound. “You like that?!” he murmured, his breath hot against the side of the doctor’s neck. Maybe getting stuck in here with this guy wouldn’t be so bad after all!
The neurosurgeon could only groan in response, for once lost for words, as Noah stroked and massaged his cock.
He could only watch wordlessly as the other man’s ruggedly chiselled features loomed into view before disappearing with a smirk as he dropped to his knees in front of the doctor.
Reid continued to watch as if this was happening to somebody else… that is until he felt Noah’s sure fingers pull down the front of his scrub pants just enough to extricate his, by now, half-hard cock from the confines off his grey boxer-briefs.
The sudden cold air that assaulted his cock, bought the doctor back to his senses and he knew that he should stop this. Just as Reid reached down to yank the man up by his shoulders, Noah chose that exact moment to sink his mouth over his length, swallowing him almost down to the base.
“Fuck!” Reid groaned and closed his eyes, his head slamming back against the wall of the elevator. Fingers that had been heading down to curl around the younger man’s shoulders, stopped short and grasped the dark hair instead and pulled… urging him on.
Noah smirked lustfully around the hardening cock in his mouth as he worked his lips and tongue up and down its length, fingers grasped firmly around the base. The sting of pain that assaulted the young man's senses from his split lip and his grazed and bloodied knuckles only served to heighten the pleasure of feeling a full and heavy cock on his tongue and dragging at the back of his throat. He loved sucking cock! Loved it almost as much as thrusting his own hard length into a hot, moist and inviting hole. Dear old dad would be so proud!
The increasingly guttural and erratic groans from above him shot straight to Noah's cock and he palmed it through his pants, desperate for friction.
Yanking the doctor’s scrubs down further, Noah used his free hand to delve in deeper. He extended his long index finger, teasing the other man’s hole before slipping just the tip inside; all the while increasing his suction on the hard and leaking cock in his mouth.
The combined assault rocketed Reid to the edge. “Jesus! I'm…huh… I…” He grasped the kneeling man's hair tighter in warning.
But instead the younger man’s head just bobbed back and forth faster, sucking harder and flicking his tongue along the prominent throbbing vein on the underside of Reid's manhood.
With one more swipe of Noah’s tongue across the head of his cock, Reid was bucking his hips and filling the other man’s eager mouth.
After sucking the doctor dry, Noah stood, smirking as he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “Better now?”
Without waiting for a response, Noah reached down to unzip his pants and pull out his already leaking cock; increasingly desperate for his own release. The young man’s fist twisted and pulled, working up and down the shaft as he reached forward with his other hand to grasp the doctor's shoulder in order to turn him around.
As if fate were conspiring against them, the elevator chose that exact same moment to jolt back to life.
Grunting in frustration, Noah shoved himself back into his pants. He’d just have to deal with that nagging problem later on.
“Later Doc!” he smirked and winked at the other man before turning to pick his jacket up off the floor.
Dr Oliver managed to pull enough brain cells together to have the presence of mind to tuck his now spent cock back into his underwear and yank up his navy blue scrub pants just as the elevator reached the third floor and the doors slid open.
Reid could only stand and watch as the other man flung his jacket over his shoulder and strode out into the corridor without a single backward glance.…
…
“Dr Oliver…um… I… here's the file on your next patient,” the young nurse stuttered nervously as she held out the patient notes. This was only her first week and countless people had already warned her about Reid Oliver and his attitude.
“Jeez… that's just great!” the doctor muttered to himself as he grabbed the file. Flipping it open, he glanced over the notes and test results. “Just what I needed… one more patient. Have all of the other doctors finally given up, admitted they can't compete and gone home?” Getting no response, he looked up at the nurse who was just staring blankly back at him.
He sighed. “Why don't you just run along and go do whatever nursey things you nurses do?”
Reid was distracted. He could really do without another patient being added to his caseload today. All he wanted to do was to go home and order take-out. He had a desperate desire for comfort food; the incident in the elevator had shaken him more than the doctor wanted to admit. It wasn't so much that it had happened or even that it would have gone further if the power to the elevator hadn't been restored. No… what shocked him more than anything was that he hadn't stopped it… didn't want to stop it. It had been exhilarating, tinged with a hint of danger that he’d found surprisingly arousing. He'd wanted it. He'd needed it.
The neurosurgeon shook his head in frustration at himself. Standing here in the corridor musing about something that had happened and that he couldn't change now really wasn't helping or getting him any closer to finally being able to get something to eat.
Reid strode purposefully down the corridor to see his next patient.
He opened the door whilst looking down to read the name on the file. “So, Mr. Mayer, I see you've been getting into….” Reid's words petered out into a shocked silence as he looked up and straight into the chiselled features and intense crystal blue eyes of the elevator guy with the bad attitude. Oh shit!
Noah's lip curled into a smirk when he saw just who had walked through his door.
Now this should be interesting!
Chapter 2