Accident Prone (Coffee-Tastic and Taviss)

[Coffee-Tastic]

 

Name: Lucas Ceremone

Age: 21

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Blond, but its not his natural hair color, which is originally dark brown and has it coming back through his roots. He feels too busy to redye it.

Height: 5ft 9in

 

Full Bio:

 

Name: Lucas Ceremone (luu-cuss)

Nickname: He has no solid, universal nickname, but some people people call him LuLu to tease him if he does something they find annoying. He hates being called that, obviously because its so girly

Gender: Male

Age: 21 (Birthday July 4th)

Height: 5ft 9in

Eyes: Brown

Ethnicity: American, but does have a little bit of Italian in his blood

Physiche: Under his baggy clothes, he hold an admrably fit body from skating, climbing up the park trees and running all over the place making out pizza diliveries. His muscles are defined and often likes to take off his shirt just to show off.

Hair: His hair color is blonde, but his natural hair color is clearly a dark brown, the color starting to return back through the roots, but he's feels too busy to redye it soon

Sexuality: Gay, seke

Occupation: Part time worker in food delivery, McDonald's and another McDonald's on the other side of town.

Personality: A huge daredevil and risk taker, Lucas is often seen as someone who thinks more with action that with his head, and that's absolutely true. His actions can either seem very bold or very stupid and rash, very much like a high school delinquent except he wears a happy, thrilling smile on face all the time. Either way, he just loves doing things in his own way no matter how bad that method is. Despite such a reckless trait to star off with, his determination for the things he does is very admirable, being similar to a honey badger wanting a bee hive. He'll take as many stings as he possibly can, but he will get "the honey".

Lucas can be very naive when it comes to things that he isn't familiar about and can be his downfall in certain situations... Lucas might not seem like the big money spender, but he very much is. Because he doesn't pay rent, he feels like all the money he ears can go to whatever he wants. It mostly goes to food, but a lot of it also goes into buying a lot of clothes that he might not ever wear.

He's a very outgoing, busy person, who can't ever do only one thing at a time. He even has so many part time jobs for the same reason. And because of his work choices, nearly everyone in the entire town might actually know his face. To some people, it might seem like he's at all places at once.

Bio: Independence from his parents were a very important thing to him, the both of them being way too uptight for his liking. Because of that, he often would stay over at friend's houses, which would soon make it harder to get any real school work done. He failed his senior year of high school terribly, but managed to get himself to at least do assignments i class and do some more homework. When he passed and graduated, he wasn't very happy because his dream had only been to get away from them. After meeting his old friend Alex again, Lucas hopped along with him to the smaller city, which he grew to like very quickly. His parents knew he was gay and didn't like it, so as soon as he left with this Alex.

Relationships: His mother and father live in the main city, about an hour drive away. He lives with his friend, Adam, who is extremely shady, but Lucas always treats him like a close brother more than anything. The work Adam does is never certain, not even to Lucas, but whatever he does, the rent is always paid without him having to put in a cent to help. Adam always insists that he doesn't have to. Lucas is single and for the most part always has been, but he is not a virgin.

Likes:

-Any and all foods, candy included, always having a few sugary treats in his pockets

- dogs

- Hanging out in at the park by himself or with a friend

- Flirting

- Getting the attention of other men

-skating

-when people give him compliments

-getting new crushes

Dislikes:

- Being called called out on his dyed hair

- Going to the doctor's office and doctors

- Getting cuts on his tongue from lollipops

- Being scolded

- Heavy rain and storms

Extras:

- He met Adam in elementary school and only met for a brief moment in freshmen year of high school before never seeing him again until the summer after his graduation, where they stuck together well somehow

- Lucas is ambidextrous

- Lucas has no allergies

Favorite color: Light Red

Collections: He hoards clothes

Clothing style: The "lazy look" most of the time, when he plans on using his skateboard though, he wears dark pants and unique colors that help him stand out, like teal and bright orange.

Favorite animal: Dragons. He thinks they count.

Hobbies: Skating, stitching, reading the occasional good book and earning money (he counts that as a hobby)

Favorite Place: Any park with lots of free space

Favorite foods: Everything. Thats not an overstatement.

Favorite Book: The Jungle Book

Method of transportation: Bus, friend's car or using his skateboard

Smells like: Oak with a hint of bubble gum

Fears: Nothing else like loneliness.

Music Choice: He enjoys listening to many things, upbeat music remixes being his prime choice

Opinions about love: He doesn't feel like he could ever really live his life to the fullest unless he has someone to share it with. He's always looking around the corner for his Mr. Charming.

Turn on's: Having full attention of his partner, licking and body worship

Turn off's: Being ignored, bratty behavior that isn't his, and fake reactions

What student he was in in school: The brainless skater boy all the girls loved

Most important person in their life: Adam, only because he provides so much for him with little expectations in return

First Impression: A stupid young man who can't grow up

Nervous Habits: Slouched posture and biting his lip

Languages: English only, he knows some French from having a class

Accessories: He has two piercings on his ear and he likes to wear shiny necklaces

First Kiss: In a private area in the school yard of his middle school when he was 14. It was with a girl and this was to test if he felt attracted to her after doing it. Feeling absolutely nothing, thats how he came to realize he was completely gay

Biggest Kink: To have sex with someone he truly loves in a perfect fairy tale style way.

Ticklish?: Not so much, but his weakness is at his sides

 

 

 

Adam E. :

 

 

Name: Adam Eden

Age: 24

Height: 6ft

Eyes: Pale yellow

Hair: Silver

Personality: Quiet, mature, mysterious and vague

 

 

 

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Adam sat on the couch of the apartment, relaxing and reading a book, which was a rare sight considering he wasn't always home at all. It was peacefully quiet until the door opened up and Lucas came in with a a site that certainly caught Adam off guard. The blond covered his arm with a sweater that was drenched in blood. The older roommate stared at Lucas, expecting an explanation for what the hell happened, but Lucas just chuckled, and closed the door behind him, pushing in his skateboard, "Yo... I didn't expect you to be here."

 

"Yeah well... Hi. Lucas. Does that not hurt...?" He asked putting the book down to take a look at what Lucas had done this time.

 

"Oh. This? Naw not really." He wanted to make a break for the bathroom where the medicine kit was, but he was stopped by Adam, who shook his head and grabbed the sweater to see what the damage was on his arm. "H-Hey, quit that!"

 

Adam got a look at the wound under the sweater and frowned, covering it back up and tying the sweater sleeves into a tight knot around the rest of his arm, "Nothing in the med kit is going to fix that, Lucas. That needs stitches."

 

"Haha, then just get the sewing needle and a thread!" he scoffed, getting a sweat, "I'll just do it myself!"

 

"Sewing human flesh isn't the same as..." he sighed heavily and grabbed his friend, taking him to the door, "Just go to the fucking hospital, Lucas. You should have went there first. You're going to pass out from blood loss or something. The skate park is right next to one, yet you came all the way back here..."

 

Lucas refused to go, but he was being pushed closer and closer to the door, "I'll stitch it myself! Adam, Adam, Adam, stop!! For real!"

 

But it was no use. Lucas begged to stay over and over again and fought back until getting to the car, which drew a lot of attention to them because not only was he acting like a child, he had a bloody sweater wrapped around his forearm. Adam locked him in his car and drove to the hospital... Lucas got hurt all the time, it was something that was always bound to happen since he always skates in his spare time, but even more so because he never wears padding. Why? Because he just didn't like the way it felt and he was also confident in his ability not to get hurt. Yet things like this happen and now he has to go to the hospital.

 

The last time he's even been to a doctor was in his years of high school when he got stitches then too, but for his leg after tripping over on hard, rough concrete. He had been bleeding a lot then too and went right to the doctor. He always thought going to a doctor was scary, but this time he could remember clearly how creepy this guy was. Honestly, after going there, he was convinced that he had a tracking device implanted in his leg from that experience. But there was always something that put him off about doctors and hospitals... the atmosphere? The smell? The doctor's fake grins? It could be the last one. They always smiled, though the patient is in pain or is sick. There's nothing smile worthy about that...

 

Fast track to the hospital, Adam held on Lucas's free wrist firmly just to make sure he didn't run away and took him to the front. The nurse at the desk looked in horror at the blood, "O-Oh my goodness! What happened?!"

 

Adam glared at Lucas, wanting him to speak. The blond frowned and looked away, "I was skating and I fell."

 

The nurse looked at the two boys with worry as she quickly grabbed the phone, pressing a quick dial, "...Hello? Hi, there's an emergency up in the front, can whoever is free come and help the young man here please?..... T-Thank you." She hung up the phone and got up and started to come around the desk to guide Lucas to a room, "Please, follow me sir."

 

"Adaaaaam." Lucas muttered in plea to his friend as he was let go, but grabbed by the nurse right after, who dragged him too.

 

Adam waved goodbye and kept waving until he was out of sight. He looked at his watch after that. There was something he had to do soon, but he figured he should pay Lucas' hospital visit fees, so he went to take a seat to wait for the lady to come back to the front...

 

Inside, Lucas was dropped into a small room with white walls everywhere with the dreaded motivational posters and health tips all over the walls. He was clearly uncomfortable. "Excuse me, sir, whats your name and who was it you came with?" The nurse asked just for general purposes.

 

"... Don't you already know my name..." He muttered, thinking that if they put an implant in him, they should already know who they had done it to.

 

"Excuse me?"

 

"Lucas Ceremone... The person out there who took me here was Adam. Roommate."

 

She smiled and nodded, "Alright. Thank you! I'll just let him know you'll be fine and you just have to wait for the doctor to come in. Okay, sweetie?"

 

"Grhhmhmyes..." He grumbled. The woman left and now he was alone. Oh so how much he hated this place. Everything sucked. It was so creepy. It smelled like disease. Everything was bland. Sterile... When could he get out of this place??

[taviss]

 

 

Nicolas Evans

Age: 26

Height: 6'

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Grey-blue

Origin: Cocasien

 

Family Medecine Doctor graduated, now doing his residency in a small town hospital.

 

 

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Nicolas was running to the hospital where he worked, music in his ears, like always, if not by bicycle, since the beginning of his Medicine Residency. He was already in his second year of it and so, his last one. At last, next year he would be a full Family Doctor, able to take patients. He didn’t dislike the hospital but it was not what he wanted to do. He wanted to be able to help family, see the little thing that could save life.

 

When he arrived at the hospital, Nicolas went in the employees’ locker room, where he took a quick shower and put on his work clothes, nothing special, simple clean royal blue shirt, pants and the required white gown. His shift was starting at 12h and end at 22h. He was the Doctor in call for the urgency of the day, since the hospital was small and the urgencies not that frequent, he was going to use his time to read some Med books he wanted to check info in and to sort out in order his patients files.

 

The day was going roundly but having more urgencies call than usually. One little girl who had tripped while playing outside at school, nothing very serious, but she had bitten her tongue hard enough to make a hole and be very swollen, he prescribed her some anti-inflammatory and pain drugs. An old woman who had a hard time breathing for two days, it was probably a serious pneumonia, and she was transferred directly in the Respiratory Medicine department. A worker who had injured his back while lifting something too heavy, he was transferred to the Orthopedics department. A mother in panic because her child was having 38° C (100,4° F) fever, he was simply teething and so sended home. A big man who was feeling bad, “On the verge of death” he told Nicolas, he was having a simple flu, he was send home with a prescription of sleeping and drinking water.

 

Nicolas was reading a very interesting book about genetic and family diseases. It was late in the afternoon when his office telephone ring, again! It was the nurse at the urgency desk. Another call! Today was busier than normally. Nicolas sighed, he was never going to be able to read his book. It was in an annoyed mood that he put his gown on and left the room. What was it this time, another mother in panic for some basic flu of her child, another man on the verge of death because of some seasonal allergies?

 

It was with his annoyed tone that he asked the nurse what it was this time. He lifted one eyebrow when she told him it was a skate accident and the young man had a big cut on his left arm. It was more interesting than the last two one but it was probably a sixteen year old young punk, that had skipped school and was now in trouble.

 

When he opened the door of the room, Nicolas didn’t bother to put a smile on his neutral face, keeping his eyes on the board in his hand, looking at the name of the patient and the information the nurse had written.

 

-“Okay, so Lucas Ceremone, I’m Dr. Evans. So you fell while skating? I’ll take a look.” He said in a calm but neutral tone. He lifted his eyes from his board, moved to take gloves in the box on the wall and walked forward to the patient to see the injury while putting on the gloves. His gaze was only on the arm of the teenager, his focus on his job. He took the bloody sweater and put it in a basin on the side of the bed. It was pretty deep, it would need stiches for sure. Nicolas lifted his gaze, finally and looked the teenager… young man’s eyes and said, still in his clam and neutral tone:

 

-“Can you please lift up. I’ll check your body to be sure you don’t have any other injury” Nicolas let the other stood up and started to palpate him on his shoulder, thorax and back, no broken bone. He put some pressure to specific places and asked if it was painful. He also asked if he had knocked his head and checked his lung. No other bad injury, only some little scratches here and there.

 

-“Okay, stay here. You’ll need stiches on your arm. I have to go take the anesthetic and all I’ll need to clean and close that canyon you did.” He said it with a little and very subtle teasing tone and a very small corner smile. He left the room while thinking; Mhm, stiches! That’s interesting to do. Let’s see how my skills in it are doing since the exam two years ago.

[Coffee-Tastic]

I hate this place. I hate this place. I hate this place. I.... Oh.... Helloooo.

Sitting there in the in the room on his own, by himself, the nerves in his entire body went wild, expecting a mad doctor covered in blood entering the room and asking him for organ tissue samples or something far worse for them to have. Forced semen samples... He wanted to leave and was tempted to get right up from the seat he was in to make a ballsy (a bold) run for the exit. Lucas was going to do that, but something stopped him from doing so, and no. It wasn't the fact that the doctor had just come it. No. It was because of the doctor. W-Woah.... The impact of shock hurt more than getting wounded today and it was in his chest, not on his left arm, because Hot fucking damn. He was not expecting an angel to be sent down from heaven in a doctor's labcoat.

 

Lucas couldn't stop staring at Dr. Evans, his brown eyes glistening with shiny sprinkles (like in an anime when their eyes get all shiny with amazement) from getting an even better look at the other man as he came closer to him. He felt like this was a dream or maybe a hallucination... Because doctors that looked this good only belonged in porn. No doctor was supposed to look this hot. It had to be illegal. Even he felt like he was going to have a heart attack, he could just imagine that someone with heart problems might actually have one though. And he was very concerned. Lucas would have to just take the doctor away from this place. And take him home instead where he could examine the rest of me....

 

Because this was him and he didn't take many things seriously, his wounded arm a good example of that, his mind instantly found comfort in thinking dirty about the doctor. His whole self, mind and body was on hold from this man and his face was stuck in half shock and half lovely. He wished Dr. Evans only looked at him once though, he wanted to see those wintry blue eyes of his on him every single second. Lucas wanted to be seen, to have his full attention the whole time apart from his arm, but he still wasn't getting it the whole way. It was so frustrating. Yet instead of voicing his frustration, he did everything that the doctor asked of him just like a loyal dog. If the doctor wanted a full inspection, he could take off his clothes if he wanted, Lucas was down for that, even if the air was a little cold in the hospital.

 

Lucas wasn't even worried about the stitches anymore when the doctor mentioned it, nor about the anesthetic shot he'd be getting either. What he was worried about was not having the man's attention when he wanted that the most.

 

This idea might be because of his blood loss, not enough of the blood circulating in his body to make his head function correctly, but that kind of thing only helped him a little. This idea would have popped in his head regardless of the situation. Like a good boy, he stayed sitting down, but only until Evans left. As soon as he was gone, he laid down on the exam table and took off the button of his pants with one hand and struggled to remove the rest of his pants.... Yes, he was taking off his pants. It wasn't easy to do with one hand either. Lucas was just very determined. Dropping the pants on the floor, he laid in one of the classic Draw me like one of your french girls poses and pretended to be minding his own business, whistling and just looking around... With his arm still bloody and the wound open. He didn't care. It wasn't about the arm, it was about the rest of him! And thinking of that, before Evans would come back, he adjusted himself more, lifting up his shirt halfway so his navel would show and ran his hand through his hair to appear more attractive.

 

When the door opened up again, he smirked with his eyelids falling heavy halfway, "Doctor. You're finally back..."

[taviss]

Nicolas went to take all he needed to clean, stitch and cover the wounds in the stockroom. He also took two injections, one for anaesthetize the patient arm before stitching him and a dose of tetanus vaccine. It was a normal procedure to inoculate tetanus vaccine when someone injured himself that bad. The doctor put everything on a small metal tea-trolley and headed back. He stopped on his way to talk a little to the nurse, let his report and procedure he would be doing next.

 

On his way to the examination room, Nicolas was reviewing his stiches in his head. He was good at it during school and was able to do it on a real patient during his first internship but it was still two years ago since the last time. He would have to be careful and focus to make them as more delicate as he could so it wouldn’t leave a too big scar. He was revising all the movement in his head when he opened the door and pushed the tea-trolley inside. He lifted his head and look at the young man on the exam table when he heard the other spoke. “…finally back…" Oh! Right He was away a long time, he must be in pain. Nicolas took new gloves in the box and while putting them on and placing all his stuff correctly he said:

 

-“Oh perfect, I see that you already took off part of your clothes. I forgot to tell you to take them off. You can put them on the side there. Take off everything except your underwear and put one of the blue robe just there.” He said in a neutral voice, indicating the right place with one hand. His eyes were focusing on preparing the vaccine and the anesthetic. When the other had finished changing, he asked the young man to sit again. Nicolas pushed the trolley on his side and sat on an adjustable rolling stool in front of Lucas.

 

-“I’ll start with the anesthetic injection. I’ll clean your wounds and take care of the smaller one till the anesthetic take effect, then I’ll do the stiches.” He was looking in the patient’s eyes while speaking but turned back on his work the moment he had finish explaining. He took alcohol gauze, disinfected Lucas left arm, around the wound and made many injections to cover the region. The doctor took the sterile water and started to clean the smallest wounds, staying silent. His movements were precise, gentle but efficient. When all the smallest injuries were clean and covered if necessary, he took a needle and poked around the biggest wound and asked if it was painful. It was looking fine, so he moved on his stool and started to clean the wound carefully, completely absorbed by it. Nicolas had a focus practically undisturbable. It was very useful in his work and studies, but it was also very annoying for his friends. When he was in this state almost every words that could be spoke to him were going completely unnoticed.

 

After a good five minutes of cleaning cautiously, making sure it was perfect, he took the needle and the thread and started to stitch in perfect movements. Apparently, all the hours he practiced had paid off.

-“Tell me if you need to lay down or if you are not feeling well.”

[Coffee-Tastic]

That neutral voice wasn't what he wanted at all. A low, sexy voice responding to him saying "I'm sorry I made you wait. Time for the examination..." was what he wanted. Even seeing him blush. Was that too hard to ask for? This man was a tough cookie for sure, he didn't even stutter seeing him in such an erotic position. This was going to be harder than he thought, even if this man was straighter than a number 2 pencil, all men had their breaking point. His charm was unbreakable, even Adam told him his attraction level could sometimes be more than what others bargained for, but maybe he was being sarcastic. After all, he did say that after flirting with their straight waiter at a cafe to the point of being kicked out... When he took off his shirt to change into the gown, he stared at the doctor the entire time so the man could enjoy seeing him nearly naked, but he wasn't even looked at. Putting the blue gown on with a pout, he sat down with his eyes as slits as he tried to think about what would break a full grown man into becoming in love with him from charm.

 

As soon as Evans glanced at him, his eyes went back to normal, smiling charmingly, but went back to squinting when he was ignored again. The next thing he knew, there needles going into his arms, yet he actually didn't mind! Lucas was far too focused on more important matters to be shaken by shots and the possibility of the government infiltrating his body with microscopic bio-organisms. He took the time to study the doctor's face, admiring his everything. His jawline, his eyes, the way his hair looked so soft~ Lucas was melting just by being in his presence and he really, really wished they weren't this close for official, medical terms. Be it him touching the doctor, or the opposite way, he didn't care as long as it wasn't this, being ignored.

 

Minute one: "You're a very attractive Doctor." He said and stared, receiving no response.

 

Minute two: "I want to see you in nothing but your underwear too, Dr. Evans." He said and stared, receiving no response.

 

Minute three: "Doctor, fuck me." He went up a notch, his eyes widening, possibly going insane from the lack of human response he was getting from the doctor, "If you'll let me, I can fuck you instead, I bet looking at you from on top would be just as hot as looking at you from under."

 

And nothing.

 

Sighing, he figured there was nothing he could do when the man was actually using his skill, that he'd be more reactive when he was done. His brown eyes beaming when he was Dian,lay asked a question he could work with. "Oh... I... Don't... Feel... Okay." Maybe this wasn't the best thing to do while the doctor was sitting into his arm, but Lucas rolled his eyes back and fell on the bed as if he passed out. Yet he still had his arm raised so he wouldn't mess up the stitching that was already woven in his numb wound. He kept his eyes closed and he kept his mouth slightly open, wanting the prince to kiss him and end his slumber like princess Aurora.

[taviss]

Nicolas reacted, stopped his stitching at the other’s word of not feeling well but it was already too late, the patient was already passing out. The doctor had stoop up quickly but he wasn’t quick enough to stop the young man from falling on the table. He moved the patient on his back, placed his legs on the table and raised them with a cushion. Dealing with pressure loss while doing stitches was a common thing. Nicolas asked the nurse on the intercom to bring him the orange juice with a boost of sugar in it. He took the patient pulse to be sure, but he seemed okay on that part. The doctor waited a little, the young man should be returning to himself soon. He took the pressure band, put it on the blond’s arm and started to push air in it while putting the stethoscope on the inside elbow. It was weird, his pressure was totally normal, in fact it was really good, he seemed like a very healthy and in good shape young man! Nicolas’ eyes drifted and started to look at the upper body of the laying man on the table. That young man had a very nice shape, healthy skin color, nice shaped muscles… Hey oh! Stop that shit, you are at work! And on that, Nicolas returned his focus on his job, forgetting everything he had just thought.

 

The nurse came in with the orange juice and asked if he needed something else. The young doctor was beginning to worry a little. His patient should have come back to himself by now. He asked the nurse to put another cushion to lift his legs higher. To this point he couldn’t do much more than wait. He asked the nurse to stay and take the young man’s vitals while he finished his stitching.

 

Nicolas finished the stitches and put a bandage to cover it. He had done a very nice work, the young man shouldn’t have a too big scar when it would heal. He written down basic instructions for the patient and did a prescription of basic pain-killer. He give them to the nurse that he asked to stay till the patient come back. He also asked to give him an appointment in a week for the stitches taking out procedure. On that he smiled at the nurse, thanked her and left the room. He was now finally able to finish his book.

[Coffee-Tastic]

The entire time of having his eyes closed, acting wonderfully, he had his body totally ready. His body damn ready, but it just didn't come. Lucas laid there and let himself be moved around and touched with a cold stethoscope, staying still and expecting the doctor to take advantage of his unconscious body in any possible way. Kissing. Stroking his face. Touching his chest. Open his legs. Jerking him off. He didn't give a flying fuck what he had done, he just wanted something from this attractive pornstar level doctor. Something to he could glorify later at night in bed when he was using his good arm to pretend his hand belonged to Dr. Evans.

 

How could someone be this dense at work? It was impossible to reach him. Oh how Lucas hated being ignored. Attention is what he fed off of, he loved it. To think this sexy thing was a kind of person who was completely blind to flirtation... It was a challenge. He'd have to work for his dinner as it seemed. Listening to Evans, Lucas heard that next week was his chance. Next week was plenty of time for him to refine his skills. Adam said he was off of work for the week too, so that meant he could use him as practice. But he had a feeling that maybe that wouldn't be enough. Lucas would have to go big or go home. What to do what to do with that man. Doctor Evans... But Doctor was not his first name. To get closer, he'd first have to learn something he couldn't do on his own.

 

A few minutes after the doctor left, Lucas came back to life. Sitting up, Lucas's bright eyes looked at the nurse, gaining a confident smirk as he asked, "Tell me that man's name." This person's first name. Of course. That could help break the barrier... Or at least give him a chance to see some emotion of surprise on his face from knowing his first name. His surprise'd expression would have to do for now. In due time, he would be working for something far greater. The man's sweet orgasm face... But just because he wanted to see that desperately, nothing would actually make him more happy than to see a genuine smile from that man. One of love and admiration. THAT is what he really wanted if he happened to get far enough.

[taviss]

Nicolas wasn’t called again after that. He was finally able to finish reading his books and put order in his files. At 22h00, he went to the staff room and changed back in his sport clothes. A good run to expulse all his day and clear his mind would be perfect. So even if it was late, the young doctor ran for a good forty five minutes before going home. When he arrived at his loft apartment in an ancient industrial building converted in condo, he first feed his cat Remus Lupin, and then went to take a shower. He put on his pyjamas and went back in the kitchen to take a glass of soy milk. He was beat, so the brunette went directly to bed after finishing his milk. Lupin came sleeping right by his side, like always. Before falling asleep, he recalled his last patient, the young man, the blond one. He remembered the moment he came back with the material and now that he was thinking about it, he was in a very strange position on the table. He remembered the upper body of the guy; he had a really nice body. And now that he was thinking about it, Nicolas had an impression that he had miss something again. While he was focusing on his work, he remembered hearing the young man talked, but the words that were spoked were not coming back to him. It was probably not very important though. He had probably talked about himself or how he injured. On that he fell asleep pushing away all his thoughts.

 

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The week pasted quickly, never thinking again about the young man. It’s only when Nicolas saw the notification in his agenda about taking out stitches that he remembered doing them. The patient's name and face had completely disappeared of his mind, but it was normal to him. He had to see a patient many time to be able to remember his name and eventually his face. The appointment was in fifteen minutes, so he took the patient files, called the nurse and asked to prepare the materials. He hoped that the stiches were healing nicely and that no complication had come on the patient. It would be bad for his Residency evaluation.

 

The young doctor left his office to go in the treatment room two floors under. On his way he came across with one of his medicine colleague, Dr. Staecy McTavish. They were the same age and from the same graduation year. They had made their Med School together; she was one on his close friend. They walked together chatting, smiling and laughing. When they arrived at the patients’ waiting room, they separated smiling happily. When Nicolas called his patient name, his face was back to neutral.

 

-“Lucas Ceremone?” He waited that the young man was near and added; “Please go in room number four, I’m following.” He said it in his neutral tone while indicating the right room with an arm gesture. He followed Lucas and closed the door behind him.

 

-“So, did you have any problems with the medication or the smallest injuries?” Nicolas said it while moving the rolling stool and sat on it in front of the patient. This time, he was looking directly in the blond man’s eyes while he listened to the answer.

[Coffee-Tastic]

For most of the week, all Adam wanted to do was get a few of his books done with on his days off. From the beginning when his roommate came in covered in blood, he had a strong feeling like it was going to be one special week. It's just he didn't expect it to be riddled with Lucas fawning over the doctor. Lucas has never been like this before actually. He's talked about guys before, just not like this, it as if the doctor had somehow told him to make it a game to be noticed and to have him on a date even though from what he heard, this "Dr. Evans" didn't even give him a lick of attention from the beginning. What basis was Lucas even working with?

 

"You be the doctor, Adam. I need someone to help me work on my next visit!" Lucas was surprisingly excited for having several stitches in his arm and who wasn't going to be skating until he got healed. Adam did not want to participate, but he was weak to his love-dumb friend. Their relationship should have been this way at all, when Lucas met Adam after graduation, the older man just reeked of sketchiness, the kind that would make a woman want to go in the opposite direction at night, yet Lucas continued to treat him as he had when they were younger. That kind of thing was something Adam admired in a strange way. And the reason why they were rooming now was because he was aware Lucas always wanted to move out, but never had the money. Adam didn't have to allow this, but he felt a form of pity because there was no way Lucas would have been getting a place to stay on his own anytime soon.

 

The blond laid on the couch, naked apart from his boxers around his waist, and like that, they acted out what Lucas wished. Adam only did what he was told to do and he was glad to make his roommate happy, but he doubted that the doctor would be shaken by any of this if on the first meeting, his attempts were ignored. It was actually hilarious to hear Lucas told the doctor to literally fuck him, or let Lucas fuck him, but was ignored. Adam wasn't sure if that was true, only because who on earth would be mute to something like that?

 

With the practice he got, when the day came to visit the doctor again, Lucas felt confident and Adam was just glad he didn't have to drag the other man out of the apartment like before, though he was wondering why Lucas was taking a long time in the bathroom just before leaving... The blond still was excited, so he let his suspicions go to rest. Lucas was dropped off at the hospital once again, left with luck as his friend drove off back home.

 

What he didn't think he'd see was Nicolas smiling as soon as he saw him. He wished the smile was for him, but it wasn't. It was for this other woman... Jealousy took him over for a moment, to think this man easily gave someone else a smile and then looked back a t him with a neutral expression. How unfair. But he'd knew he would get his attention this time. There was no way, No POSSIBLE way he was going to be ignored with what he had in store today.

 

Taking a seat once getting into the room, Lucas's eyes stuck to the doctor, grinning playfully as he watched him come closer and sit in front of him, "Ah, no, doctor, regarding my accident, I've been just fine... But to be honest, Nicolas... My body has been aching a lot more after the visit. And I know I'm not a doctor, but I think I know the reason to it," he closed his eyes and faked a sniffle, "I don't know what to do doctor. I- I think only you can help me. Every night, it just hurts so bad. Every inch of me is on fire. Especially in," he gulped, his breath shaky, "Especially in two places, Doctor Nicolas Evans... Will you allow me to show you?" His eyes looking back to the brunet, his brown eyes watered up and his lips because a sad pout.

 

Forget about skatboarding. His real talent might actually be acting.

[taviss]

Nicolas’ eyebrows slowly frowned while listened to Lucas’ answer. The brunet was concern, all the possible sides effects of the vaccine and medication popping in his head. Was it because of the tetanus vaccine? It was part of the sides effects but it was really rare. It could be an autoimmune reaction to one of the injections or the medications. Maybe he had allergies to one of the ingredient in the med. When he saw the young man closed his eyes and sniffled, the tetanus vaccine seemed the more plausible answer. But if it was hurting so bad why didn’t he call the hospital about it. The vaccine sides effects are normally appearing one or two days after the injection. Why did he wait the entire week before talking about them? They were clearly very painful. The doctor was very concern and his frown intensified. But even if he was in his doctor mode, something else caught his attention too; his first name. Nicolas didn’t remember telling his first name to the blond, and it was not written on his badge. Maybe he had heard it from some nurse talking. That is so fucking not important right now, focus Nico, focus…

 

The young man sad face and tearing eyes made the doctor’s concerns intensified even more. It was very painful for the young man, it was clear. A young man his age wouldn’t cry over a light pain, his pride wouldn’t allow it. He got up and placed himself on the side to give space to the patient. Nicolas replied with his calm and neutral tone but letting pass a very subtle concerned note in it;

 

-“Mhm, point me where it feel painful. It’s probably the tetanus vaccine sides effects. Did you ever experience those kinds of sides effects with any medication or vaccine?”

[Coffee-Tastic]

Lucas shook his head, rubbing his eyes, "No. It's only after you, Doctor Nicolas, I've never felt this kind of burning from anyone else..." Getting up from where he sat, the blond took off his shoes and unbuckled his belt slowly, his eyes staying on the other man with a hint of tease. One his pants dropped to the floor, he stepped out of the holes of his pants, his socks on the cold floor now with his legs bare and pale. His underwear was snug on his hips, the pink stripes on black defined the curves of his hips, his crotch and his beautiful V above the elastic. "Here is one place," snaking his hands along his boxers, he blushed, but not because he was showing off his body more directly, but because the next thing he was going to show was a lot more blunt. And if Nicolas was blind to this, the only thing that could possibly make this man know he liked him was pushing him against the wall and... other things. He didn't know if he would go that far since that might be illegal. "And then here, Nicolas..." he grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up his body, tossing it off to the side.

 

I Really Like You. Date Me Please. was written on his chest in red marker. Lucas's penmanship wasn't all too great, but it was clear. This message was VERY CLEAR.

 

Touching over his heart, he grinned, "Do you think you can heal me Doctor Nicolas. I know for a fact that only you can help me with this feeling I have inside..."

 

Damned if Adam saw that he had done this. His roommate would have laughed, kicked him back to the bathroom and scrubbed it off his body himself because Lucas was being far too ridiculous for a man he had a crush on. But he did not tell him. Lucas wanted this beautiful man to know how much he really wanted him to know how he felt and what he wanted from him... Though if he wrote everything he wanted, it might just cover his entire body.

[taviss]

To the other’s reply, Nicolas concerns about the health of his patient turned slowly in suspicion. That was not a normal reply to his question, not at all. The action of the young man after that was not something the doctor was expecting either. He froze in place, his arm folded on his chest, his gaze fixing in amazement the blond. He was in a ‘what the fuck’ state, unable to say anything or move. He watched the crazy man taking off his shoes and unbuttoning his pants, still froze in place in silence. His doctor filter fading with the pants tossed on the ground. Nicolas gaze moved from Lucas feet slowly up to his tights and then his hips. The young man had a very nice body, his V showing a perfect line taking the eyes to look down to the boxer region that was very nice and molding perfectly his virility.

 

The blond’s next move made the doctor arms to fall on his side. WHAT THE FUCK!!! He could read perfectly well what was written on the young man chest but it took a good ten seconds to be understood. He was completely shocked. And he stayed silence his eyes wide opened fixing the man in front of him. WHAT THE FUCK!!! What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK? It was the only thought he had. Where was it all coming from? It was sudden and random. After a very long minute of complete silence, Nicolas eyes quickly look at the ground at his own feet and said in a calm way after clearing his throat;

 

-“Can you please excuse me…” And on that he walked very fast to the exit of the room and closed the door behind him without looking back at the young man. Outside he took a big breath, in need of air. What the fuck just happen? The young doctor was not prepared for that kind of thing. He walked and entered in the nearest staff room he saw. There was no one inside the room, he sat on a bench, his elbow on his knees and his face in his hands. Everything was surreal. He had an impression of dreaming. That situation was not possible in real life. Nobody would do something that bold. Was it a joke? It was a situation right out of a porn, and a bad one. It was just too surreal. Nicolas took long and deep breaths to calm himself. He thought about not going back and simply asked the nurse to finish the job like it was planned. But he realised that if the nurse saw that man naked with those words on him, she would ask too many questions and that would be a pain in the ass. No, he would have to go back and do the job of getting out the stiches. He would have to deal with that young man in the most professional way he could.

 

After five minutes passed in the room, he took a last deep breath and stood up. He walked back to the treatment room four and before opening the door the put his neutral face on. He entered the room, closed the door and before the other could talk the brunet said:

 

-“Please put back your clothes. I’ll proceed to the extraction of the stiches on your arm.” He added with a tone of voice that was much more authoritarian “Please, sit on the examination table.” He walked and sat on the stool in front of the table and wait till the patient was sitting. He started to take off the bandage and said;

 

-“And before you ask… It’s a no, I won’t go out with you.” This time his voice was showing annoyance. He was distracted and disturbed in his work and he hated that.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Seeing Nicolas' arms drop off to the sides put him in a proud position and just as the doctor was blind to his attempts from the first visit, Lucas wasn't seeing the huge, uncomfortable shock in the other man's face from looking at his love note and processing it. Since light flirting wasn't going to do anything from what he noticed from day one, not even telling him "fuck me" did anything, and he was sure if he told that to anyone else, the wouldn't have ignored him and made him feel as cold as Nicolas had when he was working on his arm. And judging by this, he understood his feelings. He also understood that he was correct about yesterday, the man was literally just too focused to hear what he had to say, because if he had, he would have responded in a way like this. Man. Nicolas must feel like he was in a porno right now. A really good one at that. And if the man wanted it to be one, he could have proceeded to play the patient act while he continued to be his naughty doctor. He'd love that. He would be cured of being afraid of hospitals and clinics completely if his bad memories were replaced with things more closely related to things he loved to watch the most on his laptop.

 

What Nicolas would say first was more like on the lines of "Yes", "Hell yes", "Fuck yes" and "Sure, but might you want to fuck first before we go?" not anywhere near what he actually said. "W-Wait!" Lucas stepped closer, but it was too late, Dr. Evans escaped his grasp. He wanted to go after him, but he wasn't decent. He was only indecent for Nicolas. The brunet should have wanted to be indecent with him instead. "...Did I just scare him away..." Muttering that to himself, he padded around the cold floor that not even his socks could protect against now that he was alone again. "N-No, he's going to check his schedule to see when he's free." He could keep thinking that until Nicolas was back, couldn't he?

 

When he did return, he stopped his pacing and looked at the other man with wide, hopeful eyes. He really wanted to ehar something good, but all he got was the order to sit down. With a kiddish huff, Lucas sat himself back down and moved his arm to him, his eyes still staring at Nicolas, expecting a response about the writing on his bare chest. Opening his mouth to speak, the doctor was faster than him, telling him... No. "...D-Do you know how hard it is to write on your own chest in the mirror?" Yeah, it was a bitch to write on himself, that's why it came out so scribbly and messy. He really wished Adam could have helped him, his handwriting is very fluid and neat, like an actual font for the computer. Only if his roommate wouldn't be the kind of person to force him to wipe himself clean while saying he was absolutely acting crazy madman. Shaking his head, he frowned, "No, forget about that. Why not? Are you straight? You already have a lover?" he gulped, "S-Should I have worn different underwear?" Lucas cracked a sad smile, chuckling hesitantly. He couldn't lie. There could be a million reasons why he says no.

[taviss]

Even if the patient was still only in his underwear, Nicolas proceeded in getting out the stitches while listening to Lucas complains. Why did you do it, if it was such a pain? The doctor was finding the young man weird and puerile. Why go that far just for a simple question that he could have simply asked by voice. The answer would have been the same anyway. It wouldn’t have been as much awkward and troublesome. In fact the young man would have had a better chance if he had asked nicely. He didn’t understand why that guy had to do that much. Nicolas was convinced that he had done nothing to let the other think he needed to do that much to have his attention. For him it was really random and sudden. Anyway that guy was simply crazy and attention whore. Nico would clearly not give it to him.

 

Nicolas left his eyes on his work while the other continued talking. "Why?" Because you are crazy. "Are you straight?" No but that doesn’t change anything. "You already have a lover?" No, I don’t have time for that shit. "Should I have worn different underwear?" The brunet took a look at the young man’s boxer. Hell no, fuck sexy… As soon as he realised he had looked, he quickly turned his gaze at his work, his cheeks a bit hot. Shit! You stupid mind. Focus Nico, FOCUS! He cleared his throat and said:

 

-“My personal life does not concern you. My answer still no. Now can you let me focus on my work?” His tone was harsh but still polite. The procedure took only five minutes to complete. He made a new bandage to cover it for the day.

 

-“You can take off the bandage tomorrow morning. Just be careful not to soil it... Now put back your clothes before the nurse come to take the informations we need for your files.” The doctor stood up and walked toward the door.

[Coffee-Tastic]

His weak smile remained on his face all until he was told to shush up, having his boxers glanced made him happy he looked, but the rejection was still there of course. He only silenced to make sure he didn't make any tools fall the same way Nicolas dropped his arms when he read his chest and processed it in his beautiful head... Lucas could agree that he wasn't apart of his personal life and that's where he wanted to fit himself into, he was pretty much forcing himself on the doctor like this, but things have already proved that he couldn't just sit there and just look handsome like a princess waiting for the prince to make a move first. He wasn't like that. Lucas adored having eyes on him, especially with devilishly looking guys like Nicolas. He bet he might not have resorted to writing on his body and, in doing so, making himself look crazy if the brunet had just payed attention to him. That kind of focus on work can't be good a sign of social health, right?

 

When the doctor stood up from his seat, Lucas came out of his thoughts, his brown eyes looked right up at him as if he couldn't believe that he was already leaving even though he had, in fact, finished his professional duties on Lucas. "O-Okay," Lucas looked around on the floor and grabbed his shirt, getting off the examination table and nearly falling over from losing his focus, "Uh...H- Hey don't go!" He popped on his shirt, the article being inside out and backwards on his body as he rushed over to the leaving doctor at an impossible speed, grabbing his arm tightly, looking at the other man with his eyes still hopeful, but wide as if he were afraid. He was afraid of never seeing the doctor again of course. He turned him around, with his good arm of course, with more strength than he bet Nicolas never even knew he had.

 

"Do you know many times I tried to talk to you the last time?" he complained, frowning, "You barely looked at me at my face and I kept trying to talk to you! And now that I get your attention, you don't even give me a small chance?" Lucas hadn't thought about it, but was getting a little mad at Nicolas going to make him change his mind or make him call security? He never really thinks out things far enough to know if an idea was good or not, and only now was his hesitation showing in his face. Now he just looked like an angry/disappointed dog with his shirt inside out and backwards. "Not even for coffee or lunch? Just throw me a bone here, please. I drew on myself for you." He said that last thing as if that was the cherry on top, to him, it sure as hell was. Lucas would date anyone who wrote on their body for him.

[taviss]

He was about to leave when he was grab and turn with force by Lucas. Nicolas frowned but stayed and listened to the guy complaining again. Was he that attention whore? He lifted an eyebrow. Give you a chance! A chance at what? He didn’t have time to spend on romance, he didn’t have the desire either. He was far too busy with his residency and carrier to thing about having a romantic relationship or even a lover. It was too much time consuming and complicated. For now he was happy alone. Having someone constantly around asking for attention, wanting to do activities together, wanting to share meals, disturbing his calm and peaceful moments of reading for cuddling, to have a kiss, to have sex, that would be so nice… No, no, no, he was happy alone, he was better alone, he was happy like that…

 

Nicolas stayed calm while the other was passing from an angry to a disappointment face. He was not going to give the man what he wanted, his attention. He was going to stay professional. He was disturbing his work and it was not professional to accept anything form a patient. No, he would stick to the principals of the profession. He could lie and simply say that he was strait, but lying was never a solution for the doctor. He gently but firmly pushed the hand off his wrist and with a calm and professional tone said:

 

-“No, I won’t go out with you. Not for a lunch, not for a coffee. I simply won’t go out with you. My answer won’t change no matter what you say or do.” If you need that much attention, become a strip dancer. He thought for himself. He would never say it out loud though. He added:

 

-“Now please excuse me I have other patients to attend to. I’m at work and some people really need my care. Please put back your clothes, the nurse will be here in a minute.” He turned and left the room. He informed the nurse that he had done the extraction of the stiches himself and that she would need to simply close the files with the patient. Nicolas walked toward the room of his next appointment. He was five minutes late and he hated that. That patient was very interesting though, strangely refreshing and he had seen a nice body… Damn Nico stop it, focus, focus!

[Coffee-Tastic]

Being alone after the doctor left him in the room so coldly, Lucas groaned loudly with his head thrown back, whispering and on the verge of crying, "Why you gotta be like that??" Huffing he frowned and went back to his pant to put them on again, since nobody else coming through that door needed to see him like this. Damned if he was weak. If he was, he'd just give up the fight now and continue to never try to get himself in the hospital again. Lucas was tough. Like a roach. He was rejected, sure, but he had enough sugar to be coming back to. That doctor was dangerously attractive. His eyes, his hair, his face~ he supposed that nothing so good can be easily reached, though he always hoped that it was every once in a while for him. His luck wasn't very on point sometimes, that being seen from getting hurt in the first place and then being brutally rejected from the hot doctor that fixed him up. Though this rejection wasn't all that bad considering what the things he was pulling. He could have been dealt with far more worse than what he got, Lucas bet. But because he didn't, he knew he could keep on stretching for his goal.

 

Pulling up his pants and zipping up, he nodded to himself. Yeah, there was no way he was giving up yet... With his thoughts moving to strengthening his determination, the nurse soon came in to do wrap up ties with the patient. As soon as he saw it was the same nurse from before, who managed to spill the first name of his doctor, he grinned and came right up to her, holding her hands with eyes that sparkled, "Do you think you can help me out some more?"

 

That day, he went back home feeling as confident as he did when he was going to the clinic. He got valuable information, both linked with his job and Nicolas' life outside of the hospital. Lucas could have been fooled, the way he was able to focus so hard on work, the blond would never have guessed he was able to have a healthy life... But apparently he was pretty darn healthy in the physical way. He was a vegetarian and he kept in shape with running and biking... He learned that he actually wears glasses at home and loves Harry Potter... Lucas wanted to know more but Nicolas was quite the professional man and he didn't talk much about his personal life to people at work. That was alright though because that meant he'd be striving to know more about the doctor than anyone else. More information he was told was his schedule. Lucas wouldn't remember all of it, he wasn't that much of a good stalker, but he got a few times that he would keep in his head for reference. And... well... that reference was for something he knew Adam would never approve of, even more so than with writing on his chest for the doc. Incredibly thankful, he made sure to give the nurse a quick thank you kiss on the cheek.

 

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"How did you manage to fall down the stairs at the park, again?" Adam told Lucas in the car, on their way to the hospital for another time. His arm healed nicely, though since the stitches only came out less than a week ago, the scar still was visible. And now something else might need stitches or a long time with a bandage at least...

 

Lucas kept a bloody rag slightly above his temple were blood had been coming from, he chuckled, loopy from having the head injury, "Oh ah... I just tripped on my shoelace and I whoop! I fell down the stairs." He fell down the stairs with intention, a reckless act for the pure, unjust sake of seeing the doctor again. When he first fell down, he didn't think anything was wrong. Lucas got up shakily and there wasn't anything wrong that he could see, but sure enough, he couldn't see. When walking up the stairs again, someone passing by on their way down saw him and yelped, pointing to his head. Sure enough, there was a bloody bruise on his head, blood coming down the side of his face that he was too numb to feel. And with a quick dial of Adam, he was taken to the hospital.

 

Adam wasn't pleased, because his friend looked a bit too excited to go back to the hospital. He hoped that it wasn't intentional. Hurting himself for someone he didn't even know was a stupid thing to do. The stupidest thing to do by far. "Okay. I have somewhere to be, so get out of my car and go inside," Adam said, frustrated as he stopped the car outside the building.

 

"Mmyeah I got it, fufu... ahaha..." He got out of the car and staggered inside the doors. The waiting patients stared at him, some covering their mouths from a gasp. "...Yo." He came up to the front, winking at the nurse, who stared at him just as mortified as the last time she saw Lucas come in while also bleeding, "I need some help from the love doctor."

[taviss]

The rest of his day was mostly normal. Nicolas was able catch up and saw all his scheduled patients on time. He finished at six p.m. and took the most of finishing this early to make a long ride of bicycle around town. He had always enjoyed be out of breath and drench of sweat because of intense exercising, it was making him feel alive and with the medical history of his family, it was even more important. When he arrived home, he took a shower, put on cotton pants and started to prepare his diner; tofu and cashew stir-fry on white rice.

 

He poured himself a glass of white wine, sat at the table and ate while reading Green Mars. Reading while eating was one of his moments of his day when he could do it. Nicolas had a very intense schedule at the hospital but when he had time for himself, he was enjoying it to the most. He took his time, eating slowly, reading and savoring his wine. He looked at the clock and dialed on his phone the number of his sister.

 

-“Salut Anne! Ça va? … Comment va Émilie? … Tu ne devineras jamais ce qui m’est arrivé!” He said with a laugh in his voice, he had a lot to tell his older sister about what had happen at the hospital with the weirdo patient. He explained her in detail all the story. She had a lot of weirds story about her patients too to talk about, so they chat two hours, laughing and competing about which one of them had the most incredible story. At the end they agreed it was Nico. They were always close to one another but in the last three years they had become even closer. Hard events tend to do that in a family.

 

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Nicolas was in urgency again today. It was very calm, having only one call since the beginning of his shift. The hospital was the second one of the city and was more for smallest urgency. All the biggest urgencies were sent at the other hospital of town. He had the time to finish everything he had plan for his day before even the half of it had pass. He was wandering around his colleagues to offer them help or simply observe them when he was called.

 

It was in a good mood, happy to have something to do that he walked to the urgency. The face of the nurse was a bit weird though. She didn’t say anything about the patient other than he had a big opening on his head and that she had already clean the wound. She also gave him the patient's files that they had. The doctor took them but didn’t look at them before reaching the door of the examination room, the nurse at his heel. She was clearly uncomfortable for some reason that was escaping the young doctor. Maybe she had acted wrongly with the patient and didn’t want him to tell the doctor about it or something. The nurse opened the door and entered the room before Nicolas. He had his eyes on the files looking in the info when he said:

 

-“I’m Dr.Evans, so you felt in the stairs at the park. Mr. Luc..a….” And he stopped talking when he read the name on the files. That name, he had seen it recently. He lifted his eyes to look at the patient, frowning at is sight. Not him! He held back an urge to laugh, making his face looked simply more annoyed. Why the fuck was he here again! He took a deep breath to make his face neutral and professional again, the nurse was looking at him. He said in the most neutral tone he could, letting out, even though is effort, some trace of laughing;

 

-“Lucas Ceremone, you felt again… Let me check this out.” He walked to the patient side and look at the wound on his head. It would take one or two stitching but it was not that bad. What made the doctor worried was the hitting head part. He added while looking at Lucas’s injury: “How your arm is healing?” Making the patient talk was a way to check for a possible concussion signs. If he was incoherent or saying this weirdly it could be a serious sign.

 

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** “Salut Anne! Ça va? … Comment va Émilie? … Tu ne devineras jamais ce qui m’est arrivé!”

[Hi Anne! How are you?... How Emilie is going?... You will never guess what happen to me! ]

[Coffee-Tastic]

Upon seeing the doctor come in, the slouched Lucas sat straight up his grin widening. It had been almost a good 20 minutes since falling and phoning his friend, and he has yet to stop feeling on cloud nine. It could be the fact that things in the far distance seemed fuzzy and the ground was shaking a bit or because he would see Nicolas again. Though now, the doctor was, in fact, watching out for Lucas saying anything weird, it was quite often he did say weird things on a normal basis. After all, who tells their doctor to fuck them on the first meeting? Sure some people think that, but it was different to actually say it out loud... But yeah. He was about to show more weird signs definitely.

 

Looking to Nicolas, Lucas's eyes shone, "My arm? Pah, that's... It's good, man. I don't even care though," he patted his chest, "It healed nice, but you left a wound in me that could never be healed from medical attention. Rejection is the leading cause of death in Lucas's across the world, doc, and I'm aching. I'm hurting." He was hurting in his heart, but that was frustration and the feeling of his chest constantly about to burst whenever he thought about Nicolas too much, and while speaking, his smile did not go away. He was just too happy to see him to wear a frown yet. "Symptoms for Rejection sickness are a sore heart, uh... lonely times with your right hand and... erh..." he squinted his eyes, leaning back, "...What else."

 

The nurse blinked awkwardly, looking at Dr. Evans. Lucas seemed like quite the character, but it was clear that the head injury did have an affect on him.

 

"That's pretty much it I think. But they're very severe, doctor. I need an injection," his eyes looked down to the brunet's crotch, then up at his gorgeous eyes again, "...Or a date. A date and an injection from you will just give me quite an overdose. IfyouknowwhatImean." He chuckled, sitting up again.

[taviss]

Nicolas listened, attentive to any sign of incoherence, sloppiness or delay in his reply. What he heard first was normal but the next part was very weird. The doctor looked at the nurse at his side making eyes contact with her. The patient was acting strange, saying thing nobody would say out loud. He would have to check the symptoms more, to be sure, because, in a way, it could also be simply that weirdo guy’s natural behavior. When Lucas started to talk about “symptoms of Rejection sickness”, the young doctor took a pencil light on the wall and placed himself in front of the patient. He checked the other’s eyes with the light, looking for sign of bad response of his pupil, while the other talked about “the need of an injection”. What! Did he really say that? Fuck did he really check my crotch just now? The young doctor was in disbelief, his face trying to stay as neutral as he could but the laughing building inside him was difficult to keep down now that the nurse had started to chuckle beside him. He turned his head knowing she would need help to calm and before she explode in laughing, cause it wouldn’t be very professional, he said gently:

 

-“Nurse William, can you go prepare everything we need for the stiches please.” He turned his head looking again at the blond;

 

-“Mr. Ceremone, is there anyone at home or is available to check on you tonight? If you don’t, you’ll have to stay the night here so we can keep an eye on you. You have hit your head and a concussion could occur. Don’t worry, it’s only to be safe.”

 

(. . .)

 

After Lucas had replied, Nicolas asked the nurse who was tearing from restraining her laugh, to go ask that a bed be prepared for the patient in the same time. She exploded of laughing the second she was in the corridor the door closed behind her. But they could hear her anyway. Nicolas knew why though and even if it was very unprofessional, he could understand. It was often to hear weird speech from patient having concussion, but this time it was simply another level. Talking about having a need of an injection, overdose and voluntarily putting a double meaning in it, it was unbelievable. Nicolas was certainly going to win the most unbelievable story at the hospital employee’s party.

 

He cleared his throat realising he was now alone and the risk of hearing even more double meaning speech was increasing. He would have to check the patient other symptom. He hoped that the blond won’t say or do anything too stupid. The brunet walked to the young man side and sat on the stool. He said:

-“Okay, are you feeling dizzy or nauseous or sleepy? Do you find the light annoying? … “

[Coffee-Tastic]

Hearing the laughter from outside, Lucas's smile widened. He was more happy to finally be alone with doctor handsome-face, but the laugh made him chuckle. "Um. Nooo... What I find annoying though is that I haven't seen an inch of bare skin on your body yet. I'd kill a man to be able to undress my doctor and do my own forms of examination on him... I wanna get in your pants and examine your goods. I won't even use hands, I swear," he smirked while licking his lips and running a hand in his hair, "You know too? You saw me with most of my clothes off, so it's fair..." With the nurse gone, his double meanings didn't exactly get doubled. His shame lowered down into absolutely nothing. If Adam were here, he would probably try to knock him out so he'd stop talking or put his head into a lock while covering his mouth. His friend got more embarrassed over the things he does when it should be Lucas feeling it.

 

"But because I really like you, I don't mind showing you myself more. Here, have some more," He was glad to show off himself more. He didn't write on his body this time, but hopefully the doctor will become hypnotized by his fit body. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up to try and take if off, but not being in the right state for normal functioning, he got it stuck trying to get if off his head and arms. "Ah. Hold on a second." He muttered, struggling in his shirt helplessly like a bug caught in a spider's web. The blond was beyond himself now. Looking ridiculous would be his only regret though, if he even remembered doing any of this to begin with. Saying he wanted to see his doctor without clothes and saying he'd love to undress him? That was still, in a way, normal for Lucas. The injection part? Yes. But he'd have done it when the nurse wasn't there because the injection he was speaking of was intended for only himself and this bombshell doctor.

[taviss]

The more words Lucas spoke, the more Nicolas’ face change from neutral to complete discouragement. This guy didn’t have any kind of filter to block his thought. The doctor didn’t know if the blond was always so straightforward or if this time, he was affected by his concussion. Nicolas concluded it was surely the concussion speaking, though, he knew it was simply letting the patient filter down more, but his words were what he thought. The brunet couldn’t understand why that guy wanted him so much though. He had that kind of attitude and aura around him that were repulsing most people away. He was never very popular, neither with women or men because of it, most who had being attracted by his nice face were immediately discouraged after a minute talking with him. He didn’t really care since he didn’t have time to invest in an intimate relation anyway. But that guy was somehow interested in him, somehow immune to his uncontrollable rejection aura. That thought was comforting, somehow he was flattered by Lucas determination.

 

Seeing the guy trying desperately to take off his shirt and be stuck in it made Nicolas softly laugh. For the patient sake, before he could open his cut on his head and injured himself more, Nico thought it would be better to help him. So he stood up, placed his hands on Lucas’ torso and his soft laughing still in his voice giving him a more warm tone than normally, he said;

 

-“Okay stop, or you’ll injure yourself more. I understood your point; you want to have sex with me.” This time his neutral face had left its place for a more warm expression. He was not aware of it, but he had a very light smile forming on his lips. He slid his hands up on the blond chest, grabbed the bottom of the shirt and pulled it down. While he gently put one hand on the other’s chest again and pushed him back ward to sit on the examination table, he said:

 

-“So now please sit back and stay calm. You are injured on your head. If you move too much, the bleeding will start up again. And if you have a concussion and shake your head too much, you could make it worst. So please lie down, and stay calm. If you don’t I’ll be in the obligation to call my Residency supervisor to make the procedure since you are putting your life in danger.” It was the truth, if Nicolas was not able to complete his job without putting the patient in danger he had to call for his supervisor to do the job. He really hoped he wouldn’t have to call him though since it could mean a big stain in his residency’s file.

[Coffee-Tastic]

Lucas wished he was able to see his face when he softly laughed like that, but he couldn't hid head stuck in his shirt like a kid would do by mistake. He cured himself for missing a perfect opportunity to see that. But no. He can't wallow in that, not when he felt the man's warm hands on his skin. He tensed up and invited that warmth very quickly. Hearing that laugh hurt his heart in the best way. With just that alone, he was heating up all over in the blink of an eye. Oh how he could have just this all day. Nicolas could place one hand on his stomach and Lucas would be able to use that for his special private times, that was no overstatement. With the brunet sliding his hands up, he took in a sharp breath that released as a slight gasp once his head popped back out of his shirt. And what he saw was just as amazing as the sensation of those hands on his bare flesh.

 

His orderly pokerface was gone and it wasn't with the replacement of a scolding expression either. It... it made him feel outrageously fuzzy inside and he actually was thoroughly silenced for once. Such a warm smile cast a sunny ray on him that was a lot more prominent than the cold air of the hospital, and it was so genuine to a human being, not just of a professional. What was that... he saw a window didn't he? Before he was even able to really think about it, thoughts were going by a bit slow in his head, Nicolas pressed on his chest, laying him down. This succeeded in keeping his head from moving around too much and it made his eyes widen, sparkles in his eyes from awe.

 

The doctor was smok'n hot, that was a fact. But he just saw something he really admired that wasn't exactly made up from his desires for the man. Nicolas just gave him something special. And no, it wasn't masturbation material.

 

... Well it was, but that wasn't the bigger thing to take out of that.

 

He was given a real smile. Hooooly shit. I'm totally screwed now.

 

Looking up at the brunet, he had a burst redness in his cheeks, but he was still silent. At least though, that stunned look turned into a bright smile, he didn't care about his red face. The man already knew he liked him. "You're the one putting my life in danger, Doctor. Cupid just shot, yet, another arrow in my heart and it hurts so good." Now he didn't know what he wanted more. To have sex with the doctor or to see him smile like that. Lucas had a strong feeling that there wasn't a lot of people who got to see that smile, especially a stranger in his eyes. It told him that he was standing out enough to have received it. And he wanted a lot more. Lucas lifted up his hands and made a heart right under his chin, muttering dramatically, "And...You're smile is like... Wow... Please go on a date with me."

[taviss]

The young doctor was relieved that his patient had calmed down and that he wouldn’t need to call his supervisor. Apparently, his words had calmed him. He was completely unconscious of the real reasons that had silent and made him obedient. He listened to Lucas’ gibberish nonsense again, his subtle smile still on his face, completely unaware of it. But when the young man talked again, saying he had a nice smile, the doctor’s face change. Smile? What smile? The professional neutral expression came back at once. He had for a moment forgotten his professionalism. Nicolas felt he had failed his profession. He cleared his throat to cover his unease of having shown a lack of thoroughness, before replying:

 

-“I told you, I heard you. You want to sleep with me. Your words are clear enough. But my answer is still no and it won’t change. So stop asking, I’m not a sextoy.” Oh shit! Did he said that out loud? Fuck! That guy was affecting his focus on his job and his patience. This was not good. Even if he would never admitted to himself, the young man’s determination and straightforwardness were slowly affecting Nico. It was reaching his need of affection he had put in a box under a ton of excuses like “I don’t need this”, “I don’t have time for it”, “I’m happy alone”.

 

The nurse came back making sure to knock on the door loudly and announcing in a loud tone: “Dr. Evans, here is everything you need for the procedure. The bed is also being prepare. Do you need me to do the inj…” She held back chuckles “injection…” She was clearly on the verge of laughing again. Nicolas simply told her she could leave. He didn’t need more pressure on his shoulder with lack of professionalism around him. He took the anesthetic and started to inject small doses around the wound. He tried to be gentle but injections in the face’s region were very painful anyway. He prepared his needle and started the two small stiches after he made sure the patient was not feeling anything. He said in his neutral tone:

 

-“Don’t move. I’ll try to make the stiches as small as possible so you won’t have a scar on your nice face.” FUCK! FUCK! What’s happening to me? FOCUS! His face had stayed as neutral as normally and he hoped the small word that had escaped his mouth was going to pass unnoticed.

[Coffee-Tastic]

I don't want you to just be my sextoy, I want you to be my boyfriend too. He wanted to say in the moment, but after a second, he did realize that he said something a cool headed doctor wouldn't say on a professional scale whatsoever. "I won't ever stop asking as long as you remain single, doc." He was getting more and more of what he wanted and it seemed like Nicolas wasn't even aware of the progress he's been able to make in such a short amount of time. Even if he was just rejected again and given that flat face again. He didn't complain about it though, his eyes still glittery in the afterglow of seeing a near perfect smile on the other man's lips. Not even the entry of the nurse ruined the moment for him. She wasn't apart of his fantasies, so she didn't mess up his fawning one bit. Yeah, he'll have to see about this man telling him that the answer will always be no. He'd break one day, though eventually he'd have to wonder how far he was willing to break his body in order to be able to meet Dr. Evans here in the hospital.

 

Seeing the needle coming to his face, his fear was dulled by love and a concussion, but it going into his flesh, he did wince and shut his eyes. The initial pain was the only thing that ruined his thick daze. All he could think of was that this was not the kind of injection he wanted from Nicolas. The one he wanted was warm and hot. And he didn't think that Nico's needle was as thin as this one either. But he was sure it would make him feel numb just like it. That was a nice thought to have when his eyes were closed. He also wondered if he'd ever be allowed to give his own form of injection. The brunet was older than him, he knew that from the nurse before, and taller but he didn't care too much about that. Nicolas was hot and it didn't matter if he had to top or bottom to be able to get intimate with him. After all, if he ever got the man on his back in bed, why would he care if he had to ride him from on top or between his legs, he'd be too happy having him there in the first place-!

 

"...What was that?" One of his eyes opened up to the older man, who had kept his poker face game up well. He grinned and closed his eyes, "Another score for Lucas, no points for Nicolas... He just said I have a nice face. And he wants to protect it... Ahhh, no other princess could possibly be as happy as this one..."

 

Yeah he just called himself a princess my mistake. He didn't seem to notice though, or he just didn't care. Or he meant it, of course. You couldn't really tell.

 

"You like to refuse me but you keep making me want more," he cooed, chuckling before whispering a secret to the doctor, his voice getting less enthusiastic, but only because having his eyes closed was making him get a bit sleepy, "I've never had so much fun trying to get someone to go on one measly date with me... It'll go down in the books, Nicolas, the day you'll let me take you out, haha~"