(Private RP) Bad Luck <<zeiii & syaoran-puu>>

[Guest syaoran-puu]

 

Name: Mars Poltus

Age: 28

Job: ICT support -works from home-

Height: 6”0

Body type: Skinny, tall and rather gangly.

Position: Uke

Likes: Cute plasters, comic books, computers, being at home and Netflix’s.

Dislikes: Blood, being in public too long, shopping in store, ignorant people and feeling lonely.

 

 

Mars nursed what he assumed was another broken bone... his arm this time. He couldn’t even explain how it happened! He’d been walking to the kitchen and BAM! He fell, landing on his arm. It had swelled almost immediately.

 

He’d always had the worse of luck! Always! It was so bad that he was often covered in bruises or sporting at least one broken bone. His parents had been accused of hurting him as a child but after an observation with a foster mum it was soon discovered that it really was just Mars being extra clumsy! Every time he turned up at A&E he got looks, some of the receptionists were convinced he was the victim of domestic abuse. You had to have a partner for that! Mars had given up the hope of not hurting someone with his luck. Alone was better. Much better.

 

He had his computers. He had his apartment. He had a nice view. He didn’t need anything else.... but he was lonely. He’d considered a dog once, or a cat, but remembered how he’d tripped over his family pet as a child. It was better alone. Maybe if he kept telling himself that he’d start to believe it?

 

His name was called and he stood as carefully as he could.... Mars still managed to stumble and went flying into the man sat opposite him! A blush covered his cheeks. “Sorry.” His arm aching again. He cleared his throat and straightened up. He was such an idiot! He recognised this nurse, she’d seen him before... it was clear from the sympathetic look she gave him.

 

Mars sighed and looked down. Best not to look! He opened the doctors door with his good hand only to hesitate a beat at the doorway. Dr Dreamy! He’d seen this doctor so many times he’d started to develop a crush, who wouldn’t? Dr Dreamy was hot! Hot with a capital HOT! Of course that wasn’t the doctors real name.

 

“Hi doc,” he smiled sheepishly. Moving to sit down only to bang his elbow off the desk edge. “Ow!” He whimpered, rubbing it. And that was why Dr Dreamy and him could never be a thing.... he’d seen him be far too clumsy! He probably thought Mars was an idiot! Didn’t mean Mars couldn’t imagine him when he was alone at night.

[Guest zeiii]

 

Name: Hugh Brynner

Age: 32

Job: Doctor at a local clinic

Height: 6'2"

Body Type: lean with some muscle, works out regularly but he smokes

Position: Seme

Likes: menthol cigarettes, black coffee, physical affection

Dislikes: politics in big hospitals, chocolate, people who overthink relationships

 

 

 

Hugh let out a yawn as he took a cigarette break in his shift. He had stayed up late since he was with someone last night, but he made the guy go home after the deed. Letting people sleep in his bed causes misunderstandings and bothersome things. He had never gotten serious with anyone before but he has a strong need for physical affection for he was left alone a lot as a child. He never knew what his mom's hug felt like since she was too busy being a surgeon while his dad was the hospital director. Anyone would think it was a given that he would take over, but he didn't care about that. Now at age 32, he's still rebelling. Due to his smarts, he got through med school despite not liking it and sleeping around.

 

He smoked as he thought back about his life then laughed to himself, "Haha, how foolish." He told himself. He was the one overthinking now and it disgusted him. It's out of his character. Or maybe it isn't. Living the promiscuous and rebellious life he has, anyone is bound to question one or two things.

 

He finished his cigarette and sanitized his hands to get the scent off his hands. He was still a professional. However, the scent won't be easily removed from his clothes. As he walked to the direction to his office, he caught a sight of white hair in a young man. He smirked and looked forward to his next patient for the day as there was a chance he'll get to see the amusing guy again. At first he keeps on going back so he thought the guy had a crush on him, but he always had legitimate injuries.

 

As he sat in his office and waited for the next patient, the door opened and he saw the light colored hair of the young man again. He gave his business smile as a response to the greeting given to him. He wasn't able to hold his chuckle as he saw another one of the clumsy acts of this intriguing guy. He looked at the chart earlier given by the nurse searching for his patient's name. "Hello Sir... Mars Poltus," he greeted back amiably after recovering from his small laughter he held back. "You seem to be having a problem with your arm. May I ask how it got broken?" As he asked, he prepared the papers to have his bones checked through an x-ray.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

"Just Mars is fine..." he blushed softly, he was embarrassed by his constant clumsiness. This man had seen far more than Mars liked to contemplate... like the time he broke his ankle and practically tripped into the mans lap! Or the time he'd sneezed and hit his head on the wall behind him! Or even the time when he'd tripped coming in just to have a cast removed and ended up needing one on the other arm! He just couldn't win...

 

He chewed his lip, he always dreaded this part! "You think it's broken too...." He started, needing a moment to relax his thoughts and calm down. "I just... I fell." Mars sighed, "I was walking to the kitchen and I fell over, landing on my arm. I knew I'd done more damage than a Hello Kitty plaster could sort out...." He giggled, but it mostly from nervousness. "...so here I am." Mars had a fairly good idea when he had broken something or just bruised it now.

 

Why did his mind have to go to mush around Doctor Dreamy? The man had a slightly dark and smoky mystery about him that appealed to Mars. Too bad he could never act on it! That was just asking for trouble. "So... X-ray and plaster cast?" He asked, mostly knowing the drill by now. He let his eyes wander over the doctors face, using the excuse that he was just waiting patiently and politely for an answer... he wouldn't come across as strange? Right? He hoped not! The man seemed to have paler skin than his, from too much time inside maybe? Mars could relate to that. He'd give anything to be inside his own home right now, being surrounded by people always made him uncomfortable!

 

"Sorry about this... again." He shrugged but offered a smile, "maybe one day I'll be less clumsy." Mars could only hope!

[Guest zeiii]

"Alright Mars," he gave a smile as he repeated his name upon being corrected. Of course he knew who this guy was, he kept on going back. It's just that he never made it a point to remember anyone's name. However, this man's sheepish actions made him curious. He made sure not to let his pheromones out in the clinic, but teasing this one seems too fun to pass by. "A Hello Kitty plaster?" he reacted to his peculiar words. "That's a cute choice. Suits you quite well," he chuckled again.

 

"If you're lucky, it may just be a bruise but let's check the x-ray to make sure. Either way, you won't be able to use your arm. Is that your dominant one? I suggest hiring help for a few days or weeks," he proceeded with his work. He keeps on getting sidetracked by this man. What's with this guy? He keeps on acting like a maiden. Something about him makes him playful even though he swore not to let his private attitude in his work. He somehow wanted to corrupt him.

 

"Here's the laboratory request. Bring it to the last room on this corridor, someone will assist you thereon. Or do you want me to help you out?" he teased the younger man. Remarked by this man's almost exaggerated clumsiness, part of him wasn't teasing. Yup, it was still professional if he was just preventing further injuries from being inflicted in his clinic. Nothing out of bounds.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

“Why not? If I’m stuck constantly injuring myself I might as well have pretty plasters.” Mars had a variety, the Hello Kitty ones just stood out in his mind right now for some reason.

 

There was a shift in the air, he shifted in his seat suddenly uncomfortable... why was his body reacting? It wasn’t like Doctor Dreamy was asking him for a quick romp! Or doing anything different at all! Still, he couldn’t seem to move away from the need that suddenly hit him or the way his cock seemed to twitch with interest. Danger! He needed to get out of here before he embarrassed himself even more than he already had!

 

“I’ll pray for just a bruise then.” His reply was a little strange, a little strained, his breathing and heartrate altering a little too. “It is... but I’ll be okay alone. Less to trip over if it’s just me.” Another person just added complications!

 

“Thanks Doc....” Mars accepted the slip with a smile. “Pretty sure I know where I’m going....” yet as he stood his knee caught the corner of the man’s desk. He reached automatically for it only to whack his sore arm again and whimper as tears fell from his eyes at the new wave of pain. “Ow....” he limped, utterly embarrassed! Why was he always like this!

 

Mars was hopeful he could at least make it to the door without further injury when a nurse knocked and suddenly opened it... Mars was caught by the thing and pinned behind the door a moment. Just great!

 

“Doctor Brynner, your signature is required on this prescription....” the nurse then noticed Mars and squeaked in surprise. “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry deary! I didn’t see you there.” She pulled the door away from him and scanned him in concern. “Perhaps the good doctor can take you where you need to go?” She recognised this man, accident prone, here a lot. “I would take you but I need to get this prescription to someone immediately....” she looked at him sympathetically.

 

Mars just waved his good arm at her. “It’s okay. Accidents happen all the time.” And to him? That was quite literally! “I’m okay... I’ve got this!” He chuckled nervously, sparing a glance to the doctor before limping out of the door. As he left he could have sworn he heard the nurse speak to Doctor Dreamy.... Poor man. He never seems to have any luck. Wasn’t that just the understatement of the year!

[Guest zeiii]

Oh? He noticed how the patient was restless in the seat in front of him. He stared at him with a burning gaze. Just as he was about to reach out to his head, he heard a knock which woke him up from his unconscious action. "Oh, got it," he went back to professional mode immediately and signed the prescription. Hearing the exchange between the nurse and the patient he took action.

 

"No, I insist on taking you there if the nurse thinks so as well," he seriously thought it would be better if the clumsy man would stay safe inside the hospital or he might be held accountable. "You're my responsibility after all," he spoke kindly with a hint of malice. He stood up and took off his lab coat. "Nurse, I'll be taking my leave early. He'll be my last patient for today," he spoke in a serious tone so that no one can protest.

 

"And here I was thinking I can be your hired help," he whispered to the young man as he approached the door and escorted him outside. "I'll do it for free, you know," he winked playfully.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

He blushed brighter as the doctor got up... oh great! His embarrassment was just never ending today!

 

Mars felt his entire body react when the man moved closer and spoke in that sultry tone of his. His body shuddered in need. He swallowed, looking up at him like a deer caught in headlamps. At six foot very few people were taller than him, but it seemed Doctor Dreamy was one of them, and by a few inches too!

 

“Eh... I....” he didn’t know how to take the teasing. Laugh it off? Play along? Ignore it? “I’m sure you’d be a great help.” He replied, rather lamely! “But I’m sure you’ve got fat better things to do than help a clutz like me.” Mars didn’t think for a second that Doctor Dreamy was being serious! Why would he be? He probably made more money here in a month than Mars did in a year. Mars had nothing to offer. The doctor had to just be teasing him to distract him. He appreciated that.

 

As they walked he played those words over in his head. Hired help. Do it for free. Mars couldn’t help but think of sex.... had it really been so long since he’d last been laid? Not that he was hopeful that Doctor Dreamy would be interested, the man had to have much better options available to him.

[Guest zeiii]

Crap, if he feels reacting like an innocent bunny, I'll never stop. He wanted to say it aloud so that he can stop since he was still at his workplace. As they walked together, he was unconsciously reaching for the man's light-colored hair and brushed it from his ear. This is rather a unique color, do I have it in my collection? he wondered if it was in his book of lovers and partners. It doesn't seem to be the case. In front of an innocent white rabbit, he felt like a grey-haired wolf before this small animal-like human. He felt his desire burn.

 

"I'll name myself as hired then," he spoke in a playful tone as he smiled. He can't get too fired up in here. Don't wolf down the appetizer too much; leave some for the main dish. Upon reaching the x-ray room, he was greeted by the radiologist. "Hugh! I mean, Doctor Brynner. What brings you here? I don't think we have pending prints for you," the radiologist went on until he noticed the stranger next to him. "What's this? You're escorting patients now? I don't recall a doctor being dragged around doing random jobs. Please take your job seriously," he lectured the doctor. The radiologist was a close friend of his. More like, an ex-lover. "Haha, mind your own business," he brushed him off coldly. Hugh forgot about his ex-lover's existence in this clinic. They were on good terms but letting his current conquest and previous one meet is indeed a bad choice especially with him present. Without him they wouldn't know about one another. He wasn't so smart today, or perhaps something was making him miscalculate a lot.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Mars just laughed and rolled his eyes, “sure. Whatever.” He wasn’t taking the man seriously. Clearly the doctor was just keen to leave work for the night and had deciding teasing him was enough to entertain him until he could actually leave. Was his attraction so obvious? Or maybe the man just liked his reactions?

 

Mars didn’t take any of the radiologist words as unusual, he assumed most doctors were friendly to each other. “It’s my fault.” He added, not wanting Doctor Dreamy to get in trouble. “I’m rather accident prone. I guess after the third accident in his office he figured escorting me was safest for everyone around me.” He looked down a moment before clearing his throat. “Where do you want me? On the table? Or just sat next to it with my arm on it since it’s not my leg or hip this time.” Mars tried to stay positive but it was hard with Doctor Dreamy so close.

 

He cleared his throat again and looked at him, a slight flush spreading to his cheeks. “Thanks Doc. I appreciate it....” Mars smiles a little them offered the slip for the scan to the radiologist. “Here you go.” He stepped forward, tripping over his own feet and landing against the other doctor.... damn it!

[Guest zeiii]

Hugh sensed self-depreciation in the patient's voice as he explained the situation. "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to," he explained. Huh? Why is he explaining himself. If he further does, his ex will get a hint of what's going on and may take him away as revenge for making him leave last night immediately after sex. Just as he realized he was making a mistake by explaining his presence, the clumsy man fell onto the other man. "See? If I leave you alone you'll be all over anyone," he justified his company as he pulled him away with his muscular arms. He seems lighter than Hugh thought. He can easily carry him on his arms.

 

"I'm not joking, you know. I'll be in your care," Hugh whispered in response to the patient's earlier casual response to his offer. He entered the radiology room casually. "I'll be looking at his scans here so we can get done faster," he declared to the other doctor. "Fine by me as long as you don't flirt in front of me. I still get jealous since you're such a fine man," the radiologist responded by teasing. "Hah, bullshit," Hugh laughed it off. So that's you're course of action--swatting him off like a fly? I'll swat off your hand then.

 

Hugh then assisted the patient, "Take off your shirt and any other accessories you may have," he said as if it's a routine until he remembered his role. "Or shall I help you as my first task?" he said with a smirk.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

He found himself being easily moved and directed by Doctor Dreamy, Mars couldn’t help but be equally impressed and intrigued by the guys strength! “Sorry.” He smiled shyly to the radiologist.

 

He blinked and frowned up at Hugh. Was he being.... serious? “Eh.... but....” he shut up. Mars has made himself look like an idiot already! Would the doctor really want to take him home? And why did that illicit thoughts of moaning, sheets and white stains!?

 

He swallowed, managing to get his uninjured arm out and his head before hesitating. He lowered his voice and looked to the guy... “will you.... help me get it off my injured arm? I really don’t want to knock it again.” Was he asking too much? He’d had clothing cut from him in the past but he was rather partial to this shirt! It was one of his favourites.

 

His body was skinny and gangly, not much muscle tone at all. For once there was only one bruise upon him, on his hip, from walking into the kitchen counter a few days ago. No wonder his parents had insisted he wear a helmet as a child!

 

“I’m sorry for being such a nuisance.” He hesitated then reached with his good hand the man’s elbow. “Why? Why me?”

[Guest zeiii]

There we go, he finally got the reaction he wanted. He watched him get flustered amusingly and with pride. "May I remind you this is your workplace, Doctor Brynner," the radiologist let out a final warning as he resigned to himself. They weren't serious to begin with so he didn't care that much. One of the benefits of being quite close is that they let each other cross boundaries with patients from time to time. "Excuse me, but this is one of those times," Hugh explained himself in their code words.

 

"With pleasure," Hugh responded to the patient's request. He's not gonna let a chance to strip off his prey's clothes pass by. With his long fingers, he stroked his chest lightly through the shirt before reaching for the hemming. Not only was his hair pale-colored, his skin was as well. He carefully lifted his shirt: first through the uninjured arm, then his head, then lastly slipping the shirt through the injured arm with ease. He skillfully stripped off his clothes. Hugh stared at the half-naked man before him with a burning gaze again. In response to his question, he finally spoke, "White hair and pale skin, like a mythical creature. I want to capture that creature." He wasn't fully in control of his words, he was only speaking what was going through his mind. The darkness leaked out until he became aware again, "I'll teach you to treasure yourself." He added in a nice tone as if to retort his earlier statement.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Those long fingers on him were nice.... body reacting nice! Thought he tried to hold any reaction in as best he could. No point making things more embarrassing and worse for himself!

 

Mars was slightly confused by Hugh. Doctor Dreamy could have anyone he wanted, why was he paying attention to him? His eyes wandered to the radiologist. Clearly something had or was going on there too, but his mind wasn’t given any time to process as he blinked up at Doctor Dreamy once more.

 

“A mythical creature?” He repeated, licking his lips nervously. “Treasure...” he shook his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t like himself, to a degree he did. That didn’t stop the accidents... and how could anyone like them?!

 

Carefully he put his injured arm down. “How do you want me?” He hummed softly, more than aware his words sounded like a double entendre!

[Guest zeiii]

Caught off-guard by the sudden boldness of the patient, Hugh's eyes widened for a second then proceeded to smile. He lightly touched the other man's chest again, this time lingering on his nipples to play with it lightly. "I would answer with my actions, but I'm afraid I can't do that here," he responded to his question. "I'll explain it to you in detail later," he hinted his desire to ravish him and to make him moan; to make him respond to his every touch.

 

Hugh distanced himself and stood in the other side of the screen, where the doctors go. "Mars, stand still for a few seconds for me," he commanded in a professional tone again, way different from his earlier voice. "Why are you taking my job away from me?" the radiologist commented as he took control of the buttons of the machine. Hugh laughed, ignoring him as he chose a position where he can observe the patient well.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Mars felt his mouth go dry! Okay... not what he’d expected. All he could do was nodded numbly and look down. This man.... wanted him? He had no idea why but Mars wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth! He just hoped that he could look the man in the eyes and not be too embarrassed in the morning!

 

“Okay.” Mars stood still. He knew the drill.

 

Looking to his arm he found himself relaxing a little. What colour cast should he get this time? Pink maybe? Or orange? It was the only perk to all this, something bright and colourful!

 

He waited for the doctors to finish their scans.

[Guest zeiii]

The meek response from Mars made Hugh want him more. More, show me more of yourself, he thought as he stared at him getting scanned.

 

"Okay, you can move now," the radiologist spoke after a few seconds. In response, Hugh moved to check the scan and placed it on the light box. "There we go, broken ulna on the left appendage," the radiologist reported to Hugh so that the doctor will go back to work-mode. In response, Hugh spoke, "He'll need a cast for four to six weeks. Got it. Send the prints to the records department later for reference, I'll get him treated."

 

Hugh walked back to the patient and took his shirt in his hand. "Time to get dressed. You must be cold," he prompted the patient to be assisted by him again. "Sorry for letting you feel cold," he apologized for getting engrossed in his real work which hindered his other work. Would it be called part-time? But he doesn't get paid. Hobby is a better way to call it.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Mars instantly remembered his nipple being touched as Doctor Dreamy told him he must be cold. Sure enough they were both hard nubs! Oops! “I-I’m okay?” It came out more as a question than a statement of fact. Stupid heart!

 

He flushed slightly, nodded and pulled it over his head and fixed arm, leaving the other free and unclothed. “Is it broken?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He’d need a cast. He just hoped he didn’t need an operation too!

 

Standing up, Mars was ready to follow the good doctor anywhere!

[Guest zeiii]

Seeing the other man flustered again, he felt amused. He was unable to hold back a chuckle in response to his reactions.

 

"All you need is a cast until you're healed," Hugh explained professionally with a hint of friendliness. "Let's go back to the examination room and get the cast set," he opened the door for the other man as if he was of lower status since he was playing the role of an assistant as well. He was having fun while working but it's not something he should get used to.

 

As they walked back to the examination room, he went over to the nurse's station to ask for the materials needed for a plaster. It's nothing too serious so he decided a plaster was enough. "Go ahead and sit in the room we were first in," he told the patient. Time to finish this side of work before proceeding to his amusement. Six weeks, huh? It'll be a nice past time, he thought to himself. He'd been getting bored of throwing out people from his flat and making them upset while at the same time chase after him. It's time to be the one doing the chasing this time.

 

The nurse gave him the tools and materials needed for a cast and he brought it to the room.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

“Can I have pink? Please?” He blushed. Why was he phrasing it like a question instead of just a decision? It was his arm!

 

With a nod Mars moved to sit back down in Doctor Dreamy’s room. He was as careful as he could be though he still nearly stumbled again. “Good job no one saw!” He muttered under his breath to himself.

 

Looking down at his arm he wondered how things were going to go. He’d have to be careful for the next six week. Was Doctor Dreamy really going to take him home? His cheeks pinkened slightly. It was a good job he was so tidy! At least his house was guest friendly.... was this really going to happen though!? It was hard for Mars to believe.

[Guest zeiii]

"Of course. I'm sure it'll suit you well," Hugh responded kindly to the request made by the patient. They usually reserve the brighter colors for children, but he didn't want to let him down. He took a pink cloth specially-tailored as support for a plastered arm and put it among his tools. The nurses took a second glance at his choice but they didn't question him.

 

Hugh went into the room where the patient waited. He put down the tools and a nurse followed him bringing the materials who also put it down on the same table. He reached out his hand gently, asking for the patient's injured arm to be stretched out to him. "Give me your arm," he said as he waited.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Mars smiled at that. He always got bright colours. Maybe the hospital just indulged him. But it was true! It wasn’t like he was going to get anyone to sign his cast.... there was no one to sign it!

 

Mars didn’t exactly have any friends.

 

He smiled politely at the nurse before holding his arms out for Doctor Dreamy. He knew how this went. He’d had enough of them! So Mars kept still and quiet, his arm floppy enough so Hugh could move it about easily to wrap in the cotton base and the hard exterior.

 

“It’s a pretty colour.” He admits. Liking it.

[Guest zeiii]

Hugh wrapped the arm in front of him in cotton base then molded a plaster which was easy to work with.

 

"Does it fit just right?" he asked the patient. Hugh let the comment pass by as he focused on his work. There was a nurse present who he wasn't close with so for her to witness him flirting with a patient is bad news. He just lightly smiled as he proceeded with his skillful hands. He knew it fit right but he asked just to make sure. He may mess around a lot but he was good at his job.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Mars nodded, wiggling his fingers. “It’s great Doc. Thanks.”

 

He looked to the nurse then to the wall behind them. It wasn’t long until they were done. “Do I need a sling?” It was usually for the first two days to let the cast set and avoid it being knocked.... not that it ever helped him. Accident prone as he was.

 

He glanced at the clock. The bus wouldn’t be for a while. Maybe he should get a taxi home?

[Guest zeiii]

"It's routine to put on a sling in an arm injury," Hugh answered politely. He stood up and took the cloth he earlier brought and inched closer to the patient before him. "Don't worry, I'll help you out with your needs," he whispered as he put on the sling around his neck, fingers softly lingering on his nape. Surely something this sneaky won't be noticed by the nurse observing them.

 

"I'll send him on his way," he informed the nurse so that his out-patient discharge papers will be prepared. In response, the nurse swiftly did her job. Sure, this was unusual but the nurse was in no position to question his actions due to their distant relationship. He opened the door before him again and assisted the patient to get up, gently taking his uninjured arm to help him stand. "Where do you want to go home: my place or your place?" he asked suggestively in a low voice.

[Guest syaoran-puu]

Mars blinked as everything happened so fast. He smiled at the man arms he was swept along.

 

Outside he shivered a little but didn’t complain as the cold nipped at his exposed flesh.

 

He blinked up at the doctor. “Your place?” He frowned. “You want to take me to yours?” Mars cleared his throat as he blushed. “I don’t mind.... yours or mine.... whatever’s easiest.” He momentarily worried about getting home...