FIC - De-stressing (Chapter 2/?)
Title: De-stressing (Chapter 2)
Author: wheelie47
Beta: valenti1965
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Noah and Reid
Warnings: Sexual content, rimming.
Word count: 3,887
Summary: Bad Boy!Noah and Reid have another encounter…
A continuation scene following straight on from the one shot written for Neid Lil' Bang over at the theneid
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 jeri_1116’s birthday. Happy birthday, Arsena!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
“Doc!” Noah exclaimed with a wide smirk as he looked the older man up and down. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. I guess you just can’t stay away from me, huh?” His eyebrows arched questioningly and his cock, still half-hard from their interrupted elevator encounter, gave a twitch as it stirred to life again. Things were looking up; maybe the hours spent waiting in this damn place would turn out to be well worth it!
Reid gripped the patient file tighter; his knuckles turning white with determination. Back in the elevator, his defenses had been down, not to mention others things including his pants. The stress of the situation had got the better of him and he’d let things happen that he shouldn’t have. But he was determined to take back control. The exam room, just as much as the operating theatre, was his domain and he was intent on re-asserting his dominance.
“It’s Doctor… if you don’t mind. I believe my years of experience have earned me that right.” He arched his own eyebrows and stared defiantly at the insolent young man.
“Whatever, Doc!” Noah emphasized the last word with an even wider smirk and a shrug of his broad shoulders. ‘Wow! Full of yourself much?!’ Noah thought to himself with an incredulous chuckle. Hot he might be, but his attitude was unbearable.
Both men stared at each other; intense blue meeting piercing blue over the top of Noah’s patient file still clutched in Reid’s hand. Neither man was willing to back down from the defiant eye lock and the doctor felt a willful part of his anatomy stirring betrayingly to life. Damn! What was it about this annoyingly arrogant young man that he found so arousing?!
Swallowing hard and silently willing his body to behave, Reid was the first to break the stare as he glanced down at the notes in his hand; he was supposed to be the professional here after all.
“So Mr. Mayer,” Reid emphasized the other man’s plain title; two could play at that game! “It looks like you’ve been lucky… this time. According to the scan, there’s no lasting damage; probably nothing more than a mild concussion.” He looked up, scanning the stubbled and brooding features before him. Reid wasn’t stupid; he knew what the scars and the bruising meant… this guy was a bare-knuckle fighter.
It was the kind of senseless disregard for your own body, including the delicate instruments of hand and brain, which irked the hell out of the doctor in him. “You know you take a risk every time you step into the ring? Sure, you're okay this time. But it only takes one blow in the right place and you could have brain damage or worse.” Reid struggled to keep his voice level at the flippant stare that the younger man was directing up at him.
A stare that had the snark in Reid bubbling to the surface. Did this tattooed idiot even realize what he was doing to himself? Did he even care? “Why do you do it, Mayer? Or have you already lost what little brain cells you had in the first place so that you can't make a conscious decision anymore?”
He was on a roll now and the other man's lack of response only urged him on. “You might want to consider a career change to something more… sedate. Something like, oh I don't know,” the doctor paused, searching for an unlikely occupation for the bad ass image the younger man wanted to project, “flower arranging, maybe?” He chuckled sardonically, immensely pleased with himself at his own joke.
“What the fuck?!” Noah bristled and surged to his feet, using his height advantage to try and intimidate the acerbic doctor. Noah had thought the older man had been full of himself enough to begin with in the elevator but this was even worse!
His scathing remarks had hit home to Noah on two levels. Firstly, the man had called him Mayer; just like his father had done when he was trying to teach him some manners with his palms or his fists… for all the world like he was some kind of overzealous drill sergeant instead of the father he should have been. Secondly, Noah had imagined, more than once, what kind of path his life would’ve taken if things had been oh so different. He'd never imagined flower arranging but he could’ve seen himself going to college and studying filmmaking, wanting to emulate the escapism in the films he'd managed to see when the colonel wasn't around.
The doctor’s words had stung and Noah didn’t want to hear them… didn’t want to be reminded of how his life had gone wrong.
“You have no idea about me or my life,” Noah raged and took another step forward. “Spare me the opinion and the career advice. I don’t want to hear it.”
He jabbed a finger in the neurosurgeon’s chest. “Your job is to patch me up and send me on my way. And seeing as it seems like we’re done, I’m outta here.”
The angry dark-haired young man reached for his leather jacket from off the hospital bed. He’d said his piece and now he wanted to get as far away from here and this infuriating doctor as fast as his Harley would take him.
Pushing passed the doctor, once again having to grudgingly admire the way the older man had stood his ground… not many people stood up to him once let alone twice, Noah strode toward the door.
He’d only made it two strides before Reid gripped his arm. “Not so fast, Slugger. I haven’t finished examining you yet.” He wanted Mayer out of his hospital as much as the younger man obviously wanted to get out of there too. The guy might be an arrogant jerk, but he was still his patient after all and he wanted to be thorough.
“Sit!” he commanded, gesturing to the bed with his free hand.
Noah looked down at the hand gripping his forearm, feeling the heat radiating through the thin material of his shirt and up his arm.
Finally looking up from his arm, he locked eyes with the doctor before, and much to his own surprise, he found himself obediently turning and sitting on the bed again. Huh, I must be slipping, he thought to himself with a mental shrug.
“Good,” a surprised Reid murmured as he turned away from the younger man to close the blinds on the door and window before flicking of the light.
Turning back to face Mayer, he reached into his scrubs top pocket and pulled out his slim flashlight. As he strode back over to the bed, he tried to ignore the way those intense blue eyes glinted in the dark and tracked his every move in the dim remainder of the light filtering in through the blinds.
Reid snapped on the flashlight and shone it into Mayer’s eyes. “Ocular responses and movement seems fine.” He muttered, as much to himself as to the other man, finding that talking was helping distract himself from the effect their close proximity was having on his body. He felt the heat in his groin increase almost as if his body was anticipating how much closer he was about to get. Damn! It was almost as if his cock knew what his body needed better than his head.
Taking a step closer, Oliver reached out and held Mayer’s head still with one hand while he shone the light to see the back of the eye. “Look up for me,” he said as he leaned in closer to check for any bleeding. “Then down. OK.” He paused, swallowing hard as he felt the man’s hot breath ghost across the side of his face… his cock twitching in response. “Um… then left… and… er… right.”
Noah blinked, the light making colors and shadows dance across his vision as he pulled back to look the handsome doctor square in the face. He could almost smell the man’s arousal. “Why, Doc! I guess you kinda like being alone in the dark with me,” he smirked as his hand snaked out and covered Dr Oliver’s groin, squeezing the growing length.
Reid stumbled backward away from the touch. Letting the guy touch him in the elevator was one thing. But this was something else completely; Mayer was his patient now. He could get struck off for this.
“I… I… everything’s fine. You can go now,” he tried to regain his composure as he turned and headed for the door, intent on flicking the light back on and opening the door.
But before his hand had even reached out toward the switch, he felt, rather than heard, the other man’s presence behind him.
“I don’t think you’re ready to let me leave just yet,” Noah growled into Reid’s ear as his strong arms encircled the man’s waist and pulled him against the strong lines of his hard body.
Reid shook his head and struggled against the firm embrace; he couldn’t let this happen here! But the movement only succeeded in bringing him into closer contact with Mayer’s groin and he could feel the long length of the younger man’s hardening cock rubbing against his ass through the material of his scrub pants.
Noah spun the doctor around and stared down at his groin, the evidence of his excitement undeniable in the proud bulge of the navy blue scrubs.
“I think you want this as much as I do!”
How could Reid disagree when his body was in such wholehearted agreement with the younger man?
He could only nod and close his eyes, letting himself succumb to the feelings boiling up inside him.
Noah smirked as his eyes tracked a hungry path up the man’s lean body, taking in the angles and lines of his handsome features. The doctor chose that moment to open his eyes and Noah was greeted with such an intense stare that it sent shivers down his spine. A stare that told him there was more to the man standing before him than the acerbic words and the sarcastic wit… so much more.
He wasn’t usually inclined to kiss the men he’d been with before; it only led them to mistake lust and the need to get off as something more… more than Noah had ever been willing to give. But there was something about this man that made him lick his lips, lean in and crash their lips together in a hard, desperate kiss; both men seeking dominance in their lip-lock as they rutted against each other.
Noah broke the kiss when the need to breath became urgent and he pulled back slightly, tugging on the doctor’s lower lip with his teeth before letting go.
The younger man could feel the connection between them growing… almost like it was something solid and palpable in the small space that separated their bodies. He swore that if he could reach out and touch it, it would burn his fingers; so hot was it’s intensity.
Their lips had been parted for far too long for his liking and he grasped the neurosurgeon around the neck, pulling him back in while snaking his other hand around the slim waist to squeeze a firm ass cheek, dragging their heated groins closer together.
Noah released his hold on the other man’s ass, smirking at the grunt of disapproval as he reached further behind him to lock the door; they were not going to be interrupted this time!
Reid groaned into the kiss as he heard the click of the lock. There was no going back now and, although a part of him really couldn't believe he was letting this happen… again, a part of him thrilled at the excitement of it all.
With a final lick across the doctor's lips, Noah nibbled along the length of Reid’s stubbled jaw toward his ear. “Need you… now!” he grunted, both of them knowing exactly how this was going to go.
Reid groaned again as the taller man ground his straining erection into his groin.
“Lost for words, Doc?” The corner of Noah’s mouth rose sardonically; he couldn’t imagine the good doctor struggling for something to say.
Noah didn’t wait for a response, pulling the older man toward the bed by the front of his scrubs.
Reid followed willingly… almost eagerly. Even though he knew the door was locked, he couldn’t guarantee they wouldn’t be interrupted by some panicky nurse or some incompetent junior doctor banging on the door, looking for him.
Knowing their time might be short, he decided to do away with the comfort of lying on the bed and settled for bending forward over the end instead, casting a lustful look over his shoulder at the younger man as he spread his legs.
“Fuck, Doc!” Noah breathed out as he spread himself over the man’s back and thrust his hips to grind his crotch against the firm ass. He couldn’t believe how quickly the hot shot doctor with the attitude had gotten on board with his plan. “I guess you’re kinda eager to walk on the wild side with me, huh?” He craned his neck to seek out the man’s mouth with his own, sliding his tongue in and dragging it across the roof of his mouth.
Reid could only thrust his hips further back into Noah’s groin and groan into the kiss. He was usually the pursuer and the aggressor in his sexual encounters and relationships. But there was such a thrill to letting someone else take control. He’d never felt more wanton or more alive in his life and he couldn’t wait to feel the man who was currently tongue fucking his mouth being buried ball deep in his ass.
The younger man suddenly broke the contact and stood.
Oliver heard Mayer fumbling with the zip on his pants at the same time he felt his navy-blue scrubs and underwear being yanked roughly down to his knees, effectively restricting his movement.
The cold air of the room hitting his ass sent all coherent thoughts about the ethics of what they were about to do running for cover. All the neurosurgeon could think about was the delicious anticipation of the slide of the other man’s cock deep into him.
Noah dropped to his knees behind the doctor and licked his lips eagerly as he reached out with a large and calloused hand to spread his ass cheeks, staring in awe at the twitching pink muscle before him. He reached into the opening at the front of his pants and pulled out his leaking cock and heavy balls, wrapping a sure hand around the shaft… reveling in the sting he felt from his bruised knuckles; the pain seeming to heighten his arousal.
Reid almost cried out, remembering to bite down on the sound at the last minute, as he felt Mayer’s large moist tongue drag across his most private of places. His fingers fisted the sheets on the bed and he pressed his face into the material, muffling his groans, when the younger man speared his tongue and drove the muscle into his opening.
“Fuck! Fuck!” he muttered, the sensation driving him wild. His hips began a jerky rhythm, seemingly unable to decide if they wanted to thrust forward to rut his leaking cock against the hard friction of the foot of the bed, or backward to try and get as much of Mayer’s tongue into his ass as he could.
“Impatient much, Doc?!” Noah smirked, his voice muffled as he worked his salvia into the tight heat. “I’m working on it!”
The increasing erratic and guttural sounds from the man laid open in front of him and his own pent-up need for release because of the ‘no sex before a fight’ rule had Noah squeezing his balls to stop himself from coming on the spot.
He surged to his feet, hoping that the doctor was good and ready because he sure as hell was!
Leaning forward he reached for his leather jacket where he'd flung it on the bed, his cock pressing up against the cleft of Reid's ass… the motion creating a tantalizing friction that was just this side of driving him crazy.
Retrieving his wallet, he pulled out a condom and a small packet of lube, which he hoped would be enough because there was no way he was stopping now!
Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled on the condom and squeezed out the lube to slick himself up before using the remainder around Reid's hole.
Noah leaned forward and pressed steadily in, draping himself over the other man's back… nibbling and sucking on his ear to distract from the burn.
Fuck! Reid had never felt so full in his life and, as the younger man bottomed out, the feel of the material of Mayer’s pants against his bare ass just about drove him wild!
His long and elegant fingers curled around the hard muscle of Mayer’s thigh, holding him steady till he got used to the stretch of the man's girth.
“Move! Move, God dammit!” Reid ordered when the need for friction became unbearable and he changed his grip on the other man's thigh to pull him in deeper.
Noah didn't need to be told twice and, after a few tentative thrusts, he was pistioning his hips and ploughing in deep. The frantic and urgent pace soon had beads of sweat dropping from his forehead and pooling in the small of his back, making his black shirt stick to his skin.
Reid braced himself as best he could with his knees still trapped by the elastic waistband of his underwear and scrubs, fingers fisting in the sheets for purchase as he held on for dear life. “Jesus, Mayer! Fuck me… fuck me harder!” he groaned into the mattress.
The younger man's rhythm faltered at the mention of his last name; the very last thing he wanted to be reminded of at a time like this was any connection to his father. And nothing reminded him more of his father than the Mayer name, with all it’s associated generations of military history.
“Noah. It’s Noah,” he grunted… almost chanted like a mantra with each erratic thrust forward.
Reid craned his head. What was the guy saying? The words barely registered through the lust filled haze. “Huh?”
“Noah… my name’s Noah!”
Seriously?! The guy was telling him his first name now?! At a time like this?! What did the guy want him to do?! Stop and turn around so they could introduce themselves formally? “Right… OK. Noah… got it. Reid,” he managed to pant out. “Should we shake hands or something?!”
“Say it!” Noah grunted as he thrust in deeper, dragging his cock across Reid’s prostate… leaving the man weak at the knees.
Fuck! Reid would recite ten Hail Marys right now if the man wanted him to… just as long as he kept thrusting into him like that. “Noah… Noah…. Noah,” he moaned, each utterance punctuated by a deep rocketing thrust from the younger man.
The sound of his name coming from Reid's lips like that and the way his muscle contracted around his highly sensitive cock head had Noah jerking his hips and filling the condom deep inside the doctor.
“Oh God!” Reid grunted as he reached for his own leaking cock at the feel of Noah’s pulsing inside him. He wrapped his trembling hand around his hard shaft and started to frantically twist and pull, seeking his own release.
“Mine!” the younger man grunted as he slapped the hand away and wrapped his own fingers around Reid’s length, expertly fisting the doctor to his own climax… shooting over his fist and the foot of the bed.
Just as a sated Noah collapsed over Reid’s back, a female voice could be heard in the corridor outside. “I’m sure Dr. Oliver was coming to see a patient down on this floor.”
“Shit!” Reid grunted, elbowing the taller man to get him to move, grimacing when he pulled out. That hopeless nurse; the one that was always crying, was looking for him again. What was her name… Linda, Lucy, Laura, Lauren? Something beginning with an L he was sure!
He'd known their time was short. But he hadn’t counted on just how close a call that had been!
Grumbling under his breath, Noah straightened to his full height, pulled off the condom and cleaned himself with a wad of tissues from a nearby table before wrapping the condom in the tissues and depositing the whole lot in the trashcan.
“Here, you better take care of that before you open the door.” He handed Reid a wad of tissues and gestured at the mess they'd made as he tucked himself back into his pants.
The neurosurgeon looked at the wad of tissues then at the bed and wondered how on earth they were going to make a difference. He used the tissues on himself and pulled up his boxer briefs and scrub pants before scrubbing at the drying stain all the same. Pulling the blanket down to cover it, he planned on coming back later to take care of it… he just hoped the smell of sex wasn’t too strong in the room.
Reaching for Noah’s leather jacket, he slipped his business card into the inside pocket. “Er… just in case you need to contact me out of hours. In case of headaches and blurred vision… of course.” He shrugged at Noah as the man shot him a quizzical look when he handed him his jacket.
“Right,” Noah smirked, his crystal blue eyes dancing with mirth. “Gotcha… headaches and blurred vision!” He patted the inside pocket as he shrugged on the coat… now he knew how to get hold of Reid anytime he wanted.
Leaning in, he nibbled on Reid’s earlobe before murmuring, “Maybe next time I’ll take you for a ride on the back of my bike.” He pulled back and winked at Reid before squeezing the neurosurgeon's ass as he passed him on his way to the door.
Reid pulled the blind and opened the door, stepping out into the corridor with Noah close behind him.
Nurse Loretta turned at the sound. “Ah, Dr Oliver, Dr Sims has been looking for you. He wanted a second opinion…”
Reid's impatient sigh and his dramatic eye roll cut her off in mid-sentence.
Noah couldn't help but chuckle as he now knew the good doctor was more than just a sharp tongue! “Remember what I said! Later, Doc!”
And then he was gone, striding off down the corridor toward the parking lot.
Nurse Loretta watched the young man go, drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders, slim waist and cute ass … all the while thinking what she could do with that, if only she could get him on his own in a locked room!
Reluctantly she turned back to face Dr Oliver and was startled to see the man blushing slightly. What was the world coming to?!
Reid turned sharply on his heels and strode purposefully in the other direction, leaving Nurse Loretta twisting her head this way and that to stare at the two departing figures in confusion.
Chapter 3
Author: wheelie47
Beta: valenti1965
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Noah and Reid
Warnings: Sexual content, rimming.
Word count: 3,887
Summary: Bad Boy!Noah and Reid have another encounter…
A continuation scene following straight on from the one shot written for Neid Lil' Bang over at the theneid
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 jeri_1116’s birthday. Happy birthday, Arsena!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
“Doc!” Noah exclaimed with a wide smirk as he looked the older man up and down. “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. I guess you just can’t stay away from me, huh?” His eyebrows arched questioningly and his cock, still half-hard from their interrupted elevator encounter, gave a twitch as it stirred to life again. Things were looking up; maybe the hours spent waiting in this damn place would turn out to be well worth it!
Reid gripped the patient file tighter; his knuckles turning white with determination. Back in the elevator, his defenses had been down, not to mention others things including his pants. The stress of the situation had got the better of him and he’d let things happen that he shouldn’t have. But he was determined to take back control. The exam room, just as much as the operating theatre, was his domain and he was intent on re-asserting his dominance.
“It’s Doctor… if you don’t mind. I believe my years of experience have earned me that right.” He arched his own eyebrows and stared defiantly at the insolent young man.
“Whatever, Doc!” Noah emphasized the last word with an even wider smirk and a shrug of his broad shoulders. ‘Wow! Full of yourself much?!’ Noah thought to himself with an incredulous chuckle. Hot he might be, but his attitude was unbearable.
Both men stared at each other; intense blue meeting piercing blue over the top of Noah’s patient file still clutched in Reid’s hand. Neither man was willing to back down from the defiant eye lock and the doctor felt a willful part of his anatomy stirring betrayingly to life. Damn! What was it about this annoyingly arrogant young man that he found so arousing?!
Swallowing hard and silently willing his body to behave, Reid was the first to break the stare as he glanced down at the notes in his hand; he was supposed to be the professional here after all.
“So Mr. Mayer,” Reid emphasized the other man’s plain title; two could play at that game! “It looks like you’ve been lucky… this time. According to the scan, there’s no lasting damage; probably nothing more than a mild concussion.” He looked up, scanning the stubbled and brooding features before him. Reid wasn’t stupid; he knew what the scars and the bruising meant… this guy was a bare-knuckle fighter.
It was the kind of senseless disregard for your own body, including the delicate instruments of hand and brain, which irked the hell out of the doctor in him. “You know you take a risk every time you step into the ring? Sure, you're okay this time. But it only takes one blow in the right place and you could have brain damage or worse.” Reid struggled to keep his voice level at the flippant stare that the younger man was directing up at him.
A stare that had the snark in Reid bubbling to the surface. Did this tattooed idiot even realize what he was doing to himself? Did he even care? “Why do you do it, Mayer? Or have you already lost what little brain cells you had in the first place so that you can't make a conscious decision anymore?”
He was on a roll now and the other man's lack of response only urged him on. “You might want to consider a career change to something more… sedate. Something like, oh I don't know,” the doctor paused, searching for an unlikely occupation for the bad ass image the younger man wanted to project, “flower arranging, maybe?” He chuckled sardonically, immensely pleased with himself at his own joke.
“What the fuck?!” Noah bristled and surged to his feet, using his height advantage to try and intimidate the acerbic doctor. Noah had thought the older man had been full of himself enough to begin with in the elevator but this was even worse!
His scathing remarks had hit home to Noah on two levels. Firstly, the man had called him Mayer; just like his father had done when he was trying to teach him some manners with his palms or his fists… for all the world like he was some kind of overzealous drill sergeant instead of the father he should have been. Secondly, Noah had imagined, more than once, what kind of path his life would’ve taken if things had been oh so different. He'd never imagined flower arranging but he could’ve seen himself going to college and studying filmmaking, wanting to emulate the escapism in the films he'd managed to see when the colonel wasn't around.
The doctor’s words had stung and Noah didn’t want to hear them… didn’t want to be reminded of how his life had gone wrong.
“You have no idea about me or my life,” Noah raged and took another step forward. “Spare me the opinion and the career advice. I don’t want to hear it.”
He jabbed a finger in the neurosurgeon’s chest. “Your job is to patch me up and send me on my way. And seeing as it seems like we’re done, I’m outta here.”
The angry dark-haired young man reached for his leather jacket from off the hospital bed. He’d said his piece and now he wanted to get as far away from here and this infuriating doctor as fast as his Harley would take him.
Pushing passed the doctor, once again having to grudgingly admire the way the older man had stood his ground… not many people stood up to him once let alone twice, Noah strode toward the door.
He’d only made it two strides before Reid gripped his arm. “Not so fast, Slugger. I haven’t finished examining you yet.” He wanted Mayer out of his hospital as much as the younger man obviously wanted to get out of there too. The guy might be an arrogant jerk, but he was still his patient after all and he wanted to be thorough.
“Sit!” he commanded, gesturing to the bed with his free hand.
Noah looked down at the hand gripping his forearm, feeling the heat radiating through the thin material of his shirt and up his arm.
Finally looking up from his arm, he locked eyes with the doctor before, and much to his own surprise, he found himself obediently turning and sitting on the bed again. Huh, I must be slipping, he thought to himself with a mental shrug.
“Good,” a surprised Reid murmured as he turned away from the younger man to close the blinds on the door and window before flicking of the light.
Turning back to face Mayer, he reached into his scrubs top pocket and pulled out his slim flashlight. As he strode back over to the bed, he tried to ignore the way those intense blue eyes glinted in the dark and tracked his every move in the dim remainder of the light filtering in through the blinds.
Reid snapped on the flashlight and shone it into Mayer’s eyes. “Ocular responses and movement seems fine.” He muttered, as much to himself as to the other man, finding that talking was helping distract himself from the effect their close proximity was having on his body. He felt the heat in his groin increase almost as if his body was anticipating how much closer he was about to get. Damn! It was almost as if his cock knew what his body needed better than his head.
Taking a step closer, Oliver reached out and held Mayer’s head still with one hand while he shone the light to see the back of the eye. “Look up for me,” he said as he leaned in closer to check for any bleeding. “Then down. OK.” He paused, swallowing hard as he felt the man’s hot breath ghost across the side of his face… his cock twitching in response. “Um… then left… and… er… right.”
Noah blinked, the light making colors and shadows dance across his vision as he pulled back to look the handsome doctor square in the face. He could almost smell the man’s arousal. “Why, Doc! I guess you kinda like being alone in the dark with me,” he smirked as his hand snaked out and covered Dr Oliver’s groin, squeezing the growing length.
Reid stumbled backward away from the touch. Letting the guy touch him in the elevator was one thing. But this was something else completely; Mayer was his patient now. He could get struck off for this.
“I… I… everything’s fine. You can go now,” he tried to regain his composure as he turned and headed for the door, intent on flicking the light back on and opening the door.
But before his hand had even reached out toward the switch, he felt, rather than heard, the other man’s presence behind him.
“I don’t think you’re ready to let me leave just yet,” Noah growled into Reid’s ear as his strong arms encircled the man’s waist and pulled him against the strong lines of his hard body.
Reid shook his head and struggled against the firm embrace; he couldn’t let this happen here! But the movement only succeeded in bringing him into closer contact with Mayer’s groin and he could feel the long length of the younger man’s hardening cock rubbing against his ass through the material of his scrub pants.
Noah spun the doctor around and stared down at his groin, the evidence of his excitement undeniable in the proud bulge of the navy blue scrubs.
“I think you want this as much as I do!”
How could Reid disagree when his body was in such wholehearted agreement with the younger man?
He could only nod and close his eyes, letting himself succumb to the feelings boiling up inside him.
Noah smirked as his eyes tracked a hungry path up the man’s lean body, taking in the angles and lines of his handsome features. The doctor chose that moment to open his eyes and Noah was greeted with such an intense stare that it sent shivers down his spine. A stare that told him there was more to the man standing before him than the acerbic words and the sarcastic wit… so much more.
He wasn’t usually inclined to kiss the men he’d been with before; it only led them to mistake lust and the need to get off as something more… more than Noah had ever been willing to give. But there was something about this man that made him lick his lips, lean in and crash their lips together in a hard, desperate kiss; both men seeking dominance in their lip-lock as they rutted against each other.
Noah broke the kiss when the need to breath became urgent and he pulled back slightly, tugging on the doctor’s lower lip with his teeth before letting go.
The younger man could feel the connection between them growing… almost like it was something solid and palpable in the small space that separated their bodies. He swore that if he could reach out and touch it, it would burn his fingers; so hot was it’s intensity.
Their lips had been parted for far too long for his liking and he grasped the neurosurgeon around the neck, pulling him back in while snaking his other hand around the slim waist to squeeze a firm ass cheek, dragging their heated groins closer together.
Noah released his hold on the other man’s ass, smirking at the grunt of disapproval as he reached further behind him to lock the door; they were not going to be interrupted this time!
Reid groaned into the kiss as he heard the click of the lock. There was no going back now and, although a part of him really couldn't believe he was letting this happen… again, a part of him thrilled at the excitement of it all.
With a final lick across the doctor's lips, Noah nibbled along the length of Reid’s stubbled jaw toward his ear. “Need you… now!” he grunted, both of them knowing exactly how this was going to go.
Reid groaned again as the taller man ground his straining erection into his groin.
“Lost for words, Doc?” The corner of Noah’s mouth rose sardonically; he couldn’t imagine the good doctor struggling for something to say.
Noah didn’t wait for a response, pulling the older man toward the bed by the front of his scrubs.
Reid followed willingly… almost eagerly. Even though he knew the door was locked, he couldn’t guarantee they wouldn’t be interrupted by some panicky nurse or some incompetent junior doctor banging on the door, looking for him.
Knowing their time might be short, he decided to do away with the comfort of lying on the bed and settled for bending forward over the end instead, casting a lustful look over his shoulder at the younger man as he spread his legs.
“Fuck, Doc!” Noah breathed out as he spread himself over the man’s back and thrust his hips to grind his crotch against the firm ass. He couldn’t believe how quickly the hot shot doctor with the attitude had gotten on board with his plan. “I guess you’re kinda eager to walk on the wild side with me, huh?” He craned his neck to seek out the man’s mouth with his own, sliding his tongue in and dragging it across the roof of his mouth.
Reid could only thrust his hips further back into Noah’s groin and groan into the kiss. He was usually the pursuer and the aggressor in his sexual encounters and relationships. But there was such a thrill to letting someone else take control. He’d never felt more wanton or more alive in his life and he couldn’t wait to feel the man who was currently tongue fucking his mouth being buried ball deep in his ass.
The younger man suddenly broke the contact and stood.
Oliver heard Mayer fumbling with the zip on his pants at the same time he felt his navy-blue scrubs and underwear being yanked roughly down to his knees, effectively restricting his movement.
The cold air of the room hitting his ass sent all coherent thoughts about the ethics of what they were about to do running for cover. All the neurosurgeon could think about was the delicious anticipation of the slide of the other man’s cock deep into him.
Noah dropped to his knees behind the doctor and licked his lips eagerly as he reached out with a large and calloused hand to spread his ass cheeks, staring in awe at the twitching pink muscle before him. He reached into the opening at the front of his pants and pulled out his leaking cock and heavy balls, wrapping a sure hand around the shaft… reveling in the sting he felt from his bruised knuckles; the pain seeming to heighten his arousal.
Reid almost cried out, remembering to bite down on the sound at the last minute, as he felt Mayer’s large moist tongue drag across his most private of places. His fingers fisted the sheets on the bed and he pressed his face into the material, muffling his groans, when the younger man speared his tongue and drove the muscle into his opening.
“Fuck! Fuck!” he muttered, the sensation driving him wild. His hips began a jerky rhythm, seemingly unable to decide if they wanted to thrust forward to rut his leaking cock against the hard friction of the foot of the bed, or backward to try and get as much of Mayer’s tongue into his ass as he could.
“Impatient much, Doc?!” Noah smirked, his voice muffled as he worked his salvia into the tight heat. “I’m working on it!”
The increasing erratic and guttural sounds from the man laid open in front of him and his own pent-up need for release because of the ‘no sex before a fight’ rule had Noah squeezing his balls to stop himself from coming on the spot.
He surged to his feet, hoping that the doctor was good and ready because he sure as hell was!
Leaning forward he reached for his leather jacket where he'd flung it on the bed, his cock pressing up against the cleft of Reid's ass… the motion creating a tantalizing friction that was just this side of driving him crazy.
Retrieving his wallet, he pulled out a condom and a small packet of lube, which he hoped would be enough because there was no way he was stopping now!
Tearing open the wrapper, he rolled on the condom and squeezed out the lube to slick himself up before using the remainder around Reid's hole.
Noah leaned forward and pressed steadily in, draping himself over the other man's back… nibbling and sucking on his ear to distract from the burn.
Fuck! Reid had never felt so full in his life and, as the younger man bottomed out, the feel of the material of Mayer’s pants against his bare ass just about drove him wild!
His long and elegant fingers curled around the hard muscle of Mayer’s thigh, holding him steady till he got used to the stretch of the man's girth.
“Move! Move, God dammit!” Reid ordered when the need for friction became unbearable and he changed his grip on the other man's thigh to pull him in deeper.
Noah didn't need to be told twice and, after a few tentative thrusts, he was pistioning his hips and ploughing in deep. The frantic and urgent pace soon had beads of sweat dropping from his forehead and pooling in the small of his back, making his black shirt stick to his skin.
Reid braced himself as best he could with his knees still trapped by the elastic waistband of his underwear and scrubs, fingers fisting in the sheets for purchase as he held on for dear life. “Jesus, Mayer! Fuck me… fuck me harder!” he groaned into the mattress.
The younger man's rhythm faltered at the mention of his last name; the very last thing he wanted to be reminded of at a time like this was any connection to his father. And nothing reminded him more of his father than the Mayer name, with all it’s associated generations of military history.
“Noah. It’s Noah,” he grunted… almost chanted like a mantra with each erratic thrust forward.
Reid craned his head. What was the guy saying? The words barely registered through the lust filled haze. “Huh?”
“Noah… my name’s Noah!”
Seriously?! The guy was telling him his first name now?! At a time like this?! What did the guy want him to do?! Stop and turn around so they could introduce themselves formally? “Right… OK. Noah… got it. Reid,” he managed to pant out. “Should we shake hands or something?!”
“Say it!” Noah grunted as he thrust in deeper, dragging his cock across Reid’s prostate… leaving the man weak at the knees.
Fuck! Reid would recite ten Hail Marys right now if the man wanted him to… just as long as he kept thrusting into him like that. “Noah… Noah…. Noah,” he moaned, each utterance punctuated by a deep rocketing thrust from the younger man.
The sound of his name coming from Reid's lips like that and the way his muscle contracted around his highly sensitive cock head had Noah jerking his hips and filling the condom deep inside the doctor.
“Oh God!” Reid grunted as he reached for his own leaking cock at the feel of Noah’s pulsing inside him. He wrapped his trembling hand around his hard shaft and started to frantically twist and pull, seeking his own release.
“Mine!” the younger man grunted as he slapped the hand away and wrapped his own fingers around Reid’s length, expertly fisting the doctor to his own climax… shooting over his fist and the foot of the bed.
Just as a sated Noah collapsed over Reid’s back, a female voice could be heard in the corridor outside. “I’m sure Dr. Oliver was coming to see a patient down on this floor.”
“Shit!” Reid grunted, elbowing the taller man to get him to move, grimacing when he pulled out. That hopeless nurse; the one that was always crying, was looking for him again. What was her name… Linda, Lucy, Laura, Lauren? Something beginning with an L he was sure!
He'd known their time was short. But he hadn’t counted on just how close a call that had been!
Grumbling under his breath, Noah straightened to his full height, pulled off the condom and cleaned himself with a wad of tissues from a nearby table before wrapping the condom in the tissues and depositing the whole lot in the trashcan.
“Here, you better take care of that before you open the door.” He handed Reid a wad of tissues and gestured at the mess they'd made as he tucked himself back into his pants.
The neurosurgeon looked at the wad of tissues then at the bed and wondered how on earth they were going to make a difference. He used the tissues on himself and pulled up his boxer briefs and scrub pants before scrubbing at the drying stain all the same. Pulling the blanket down to cover it, he planned on coming back later to take care of it… he just hoped the smell of sex wasn’t too strong in the room.
Reaching for Noah’s leather jacket, he slipped his business card into the inside pocket. “Er… just in case you need to contact me out of hours. In case of headaches and blurred vision… of course.” He shrugged at Noah as the man shot him a quizzical look when he handed him his jacket.
“Right,” Noah smirked, his crystal blue eyes dancing with mirth. “Gotcha… headaches and blurred vision!” He patted the inside pocket as he shrugged on the coat… now he knew how to get hold of Reid anytime he wanted.
Leaning in, he nibbled on Reid’s earlobe before murmuring, “Maybe next time I’ll take you for a ride on the back of my bike.” He pulled back and winked at Reid before squeezing the neurosurgeon's ass as he passed him on his way to the door.
Reid pulled the blind and opened the door, stepping out into the corridor with Noah close behind him.
Nurse Loretta turned at the sound. “Ah, Dr Oliver, Dr Sims has been looking for you. He wanted a second opinion…”
Reid's impatient sigh and his dramatic eye roll cut her off in mid-sentence.
Noah couldn't help but chuckle as he now knew the good doctor was more than just a sharp tongue! “Remember what I said! Later, Doc!”
And then he was gone, striding off down the corridor toward the parking lot.
Nurse Loretta watched the young man go, drinking in the sight of his broad shoulders, slim waist and cute ass … all the while thinking what she could do with that, if only she could get him on his own in a locked room!
Reluctantly she turned back to face Dr Oliver and was startled to see the man blushing slightly. What was the world coming to?!
Reid turned sharply on his heels and strode purposefully in the other direction, leaving Nurse Loretta twisting her head this way and that to stare at the two departing figures in confusion.
Chapter 3