Medical Attention

Chapter 2. Therapy.
Rating - NC17
Disclaimer - These characters are not owned by me.
Warning - Slash!
Summary - Carter comes back for more therapy.

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The next day Dr Kovac kept trying to catch Dr Carter’s eye and Dr Carter kept trying to avoid him. It was a moderately busy morning and a very busy afternoon and by the end of his shift after dealing with multiple gunshot wounds, knife injuries, MVA’s, a mass food poisoning epidemic and far too many domestic violence incidents John Carter was frazzled. He had, however, managed to bring back a little girl with severe appendicitis who had died three times on the operating table and an older man who had fallen off a ladder onto a metal rake whilst pruning hedges and punctured his lung. John had saved more lives than he had lost and in his books, that was a good day. There was one thing that bothered him. During his whole shift he was a little distracted by a certain dark-haired someone. No, not Abbey.

Luka Kovac.

The guy kept staring at him with those sultry eyes and it was very disconcerting. Thinking of what he had let the Croatian doctor do to him in the supply closet the day before filled Carter with emotions that were weird and deeply disturbing, yet he couldn’t help feeling turned on at the memory. But you are not attracted to men, John, he kept telling himself. You are a straight man. You are involved with Abbey. Speaking of the brunette nurse he had formed a recent attachment to, Abbey wasn’t coming in for a few more hours and they wouldn’t be able to meet up so he was planning on going home, having a long hot shower and going to bed.

On his way to the staff lounge to collect his bag, a familiar figure appeared in his line of vision and he slowed right down. Luka was standing in the hallway, just gazing at him. John eventually stopped, not wanting to talk to the other guy. But Luka didn’t appear to want to talk. He just strolled up to Carter with cat-like strides, looked him straight in the eye and then walked past him. John knew he should keep on going, grab his stuff and get the hell out of there but as if Luka was a magnet, ad tad to turn around and look. He saw the tall older male halt at the door of the supply closet, give Carter another scorching look, a blatant invitation to join him, and then vanish inside. When his feet started to move of their own volition, towards the very place Dr Kovac was, John groaned.

I am straight, he frantically told himself. I am straight. Aren’t I? His feet didn’t think so and they kept leading him right up to the door. His hand agreed with his feet and turned the knob, even as his brain tried desperately to regain control of his wayward, disobedient body parts. Another body part that was stubbornly refusing to believe that he was not attracted to the masculine form was his dick. It was already beginning to fill with blood, eager to be petted and stroked by soft, skilled male hands. After a quick glance up and down the corridor to make sure nobody saw him, John entered the supply closet. Luka was leaning against a shelf, his arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his handsome face, as if he knew John would show up. And he had been right.

“Hello, Dr Carter,” he purred suggestively. “Back for more medical attention? It’s nice of you to keep our appointment.”

Carter closed the door, wondering why he was even here and exactly what he was doing. What was he DOING? He didn’t know what he was doing except that his traitorous body had forced him to follow Dr Kovac and made him open the door and go inside the cupboard. Now he was inside. Alone with Luka. And he didn’t know what to do. Or say. So he said nothing.

“Ah, you have laryngitis, huh?” Kovac teased the baby-faced man in the white coat who was regarding him silently. “Well, that’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. I understand.” His keen blue eyes swept over John’s young, fit male form and widened when he noticed the younger doctor’s semi-erection visible through the layers of his pants.

“You must really be in need of some physical therapy, hmm?” he said, arching his brow saucily. “You want me to take care of that for you?”

John didn’t answer but he didn’t try to cover his hardness up either. To Luka that was all the answer he needed. Kovac came forward and gently pushed Carter against the door, making sure it was closed properly. If anyone did try to open it, say one of the nurses, they would have ample time to rearrange their clothing and nobody would be the least bit suspicious. C’mon, Luka and John Carter? Nobody would even think that was a viable pairing. All the staff in that hospital knew that Kovac was a ladies man, though and through. But he secretly wasn’t. There was one man he wanted and that man was right here, giving permission, albeit wordless permission, for Luka to do whatever he wanted to him. And Luka had lots of things he wanted to do to John. But one thing at a time. No point rushing.

As he had done the previous day, Kovac ckleckled John’s belt and unzipped his pants. He kept his azure eyes locked with John’s chocolate brown ones as his fingers wrapped around Dr Carter’s cock, which was not half-hard anymore but rock-solid. John bravely met Luka’s intent gaze. He was confused as fuck about why he was allowing Luka to do this AGAIN but he was not ashamed. He stared into the dominant male’s blue eyes, that close that he could see flecks of green scattered through Kovac’s irises like little emeralds. Pretty, really. In fact, Luka’s eyes, with the vivid colouring and dark feathery lashes, were some of the prettiest eyes John had ever seen and so it was not difficult to stare into those deep cerulean pools.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day, John,” Kovac told him huskily, beginning to caress the length of warm masculine flesh in his hand. “Have you been thinking about me?”

John just moaned softly. Luka took that as a yes and smiled. “I’m going to kiss you now, Dr Carter. Is that all right with you?” he asked, knowing that a hand job is one thing, but a kiss is an even more intimate act. Some would say too intimate. Would Carter let him do that? John gave a short nod and Kovac leaned in, pressing their lips together. At the contact, the two doctors closed their eyes and shivered a little. This was the first kiss either of them had received from a member of the same sex. It was almost the same as a kiss from a lady, if you didn’t count the prickly feel of whiskers rasping on their chins. Both John and Luka’s lips, while not full and lush like a woman’s, were still soft and sensual. Kovac touched John’s lower lip with the tip of his tongue, wondering if the young man would let him deepen the kiss. And he did. Carter yielded and opened his mouth and Kovac slid his tongue in, tasting the other male. John tasted like lemonade, sweet and tangy, which he had sipped just before heading to the lounge and getting sidetracked. To the older man’s surprise, John began to kiss Luka back, twining their tongues together and pushing his pelvis forward, harder into Kovac’s hand, which was still stroking Carter’s dick. Kovac uttered a gruff groan at the proof of the younger guy’s desire. John would not have kissed him like this yesterday. But now he was. Oh yes, Luka’s plan was working. He was getting under John’s skin, making him want this too. All those blistering glances and looks he had shot Carter today hadn’t gone to waste. Not at all.

Wanting more, much more than a mere kiss, Kovac broke the connection of their mouths and brought his lips to John’s ear. “I want to give you a blow job,” he whispered. “I want to feel your cock in my mouth.” He pulled back and met John’s shocked gaze. The kid’s brown eyes were round as quarters. He swallowed nervously and Luka could see his Adam’s apple moving under the skin of his throat.

“Will you let me do that to you, Carter?” Luka asked quietly, letting John see how serious he was about it and how much he wanted to do it. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

After a contemplative pause, Carter nodded. Kovac kissed John one more time on the mouth, gratefully and affectionately, and then dropped to his knees. John watched in nearly panicked excitement as Luka curved his fingers around the base of his penis to steady it and then licked a droplet of pre-come off the smooth head before sucking Carter’s rod into his mouth. John gasped at the heat and wetness suddenly surrounding his rigid organ.

NOW it’s sex, Carter told himself, looking down and seeing the erotic sight of his own shaft disappearing into Luka’s hungry lips. Yesterday, while Luka was jacking him off, he had allowed it because it was non-penetrative and therefore couldn’t be classified as sex. But at this very moment, his dick was in Kovac’s mouth and to his medical knowledge, this constituted sexual activity. The thought that he was now officially participating in adulterous behaviour, regardless of his relationship with Abbey, made him feel incredibly guilty yet at the same time incredibly aroused. He knew he ought to stop this, pull Luka’s head back, zip up his pants and walk away, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Oh Jesus, it felt too good. He released a long low moan and his eyelids fell shut in bliss. After the hectic day he had today, he totally needed this.

As he experimented with different oral techniques, Luka felt John’s fingers thread through his hair. Knowing that Carter was touching him, even in such a simple way, suffused him with joy and he sucked harder, moving his lips up and down the younger man’s cock with a slowly growing rhythm. Giving blow jobs was not difficult at all, Kovac decreed, provided you weren’t attempting to deep-throat, which he was not even going to TRY to do. At least not without practising on a banana or something first. Gagging and spluttering in the middle of giving oral sex would not leave a good impression on his young lover, well, his soon-to-be-much-hoped-for lover anyway, so he kept his motions relatively shallow and made up for the lack of depth with the strength of his suction. Kovac looked up as he was performing fellatio on the other MD. Judging by the way Carter was biting his lip and emitting almost hurt-sounding whimpers, Luka concluded he was doing just fine for a novice.

When Carter came, shuddering and tightening his abdominal muscles in climax, Kovac swallowed every drop of the salty fluid flowing into his mouth, his reward for a job well done. He did not find the taste repulsive in the slightest. He knew what to expect in advance because he had tried his own semen before. Hey, if he’s going to have oral sex with a man, namely Carter, he may as well know what the stuff tastes like. And Carter’s tastes nicer than his did. He licked his lips and planted a kiss on John’s flat belly be ris rising to his feet. Dr Carter was leaning against the door, his eyes still shut and his cheeks flushed. He was breathing quickly, his lips parted a fraction.

“You look beautiful like this,” Luka said sincerely, his words tinted with his seductive accent. He grazed Carter’s soft cheek with the back of his hand and the second male opened his dark brown eyes and looked at him.

“So beautiful,” he repeated sy. Jy. John did not reply, he just lowered his lashes shyly.

“You know what I did yesterday after you left?” Kovac asked mischievously, making the younger doctor glance quizzically at him. Carter shook his head. Luka went to a shelf and retrieved a plastic bottle which Carter recognised as ultrasound gel. Kovac grinned at him.

“I jerked off with this. Have you ever tried it?”

Again, Carter shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Trust Kovac to think of using an ordinary substance in an extraordinary way.

“You should,” Luka replied cheekily. “It’s fantastic. Wanna watch me do it again?”

Not wanting to break his self-imposed vow of silence, Carter tilts his head inquisitively. Sure, his face says, an intrigued gleam in his chocolate eyes. I would like to watch you misuse hospital supplies. Go ahead, Luka. I’m watching.

Seeing John’s interest, Luka grinned again, crinkles appearing at the corner of his eyes, his teeth shining white in his swarthy face. He leant on the wall next to Carter and handed the young doctor the bottle to hold while he unfastened his pants. Then once that was done, he took the gel out of Carter’s hand, flipped open the cap and proceeded to squirt the clear substance onto his dick. He put the bottle on the shelf next to him, not its proper place but close enough, and then with his right hand he slicked the gel all over his shaft, even covering the knob of his penis until his sex organ was shiny and coated with the glistening goo. John watched, not hiding his fascination, as Kovac started to jack off with it. The older male looked like he was enjoying it very much, especially with an audience. And he was. He couldn’t erase the sexy grin off his face. And the wet, gooey noises the gel was making between his hand and his cock sounded uncannily like the noises made during sex which only added to his amusement and excellent humour. His work-related worries long since dissipated, Carter found himself smiling too, liking the playful side of his fellow medical practitioner. He seemed like a big horny teenager at that moment. It was very endearing. At John’s cute smile, Luka chuckled.

“It’s quite fun, I tell ya,” he said to Carter, his brown hair falling in his face and adding to his boyishness. “I can’t believe you haven’t tried it before.”

Dr Carter shrugged as if to say, hey, you’re the deviate around here. Not me.

Luka leant in conspiratorially and murmured, “You wanna feel?” Carter looked a little unsure but Kovac took his hand and lifted it up to crotch-height, saying, “C’mon. Feel it.” At the other guy’s enticement, Carter tentatively touched Luka’s slick shaft, his fingertips skimming through the thick gel.

“You call that feeling?” Luka mocked and placed his hand over John’s, firmly making him wrap his slender fingers all the way around his lubricated member. He guided Carter’s wrist back and forth so his hand slid smoothly along the length of his cock and back again. John made a musing ‘hmm’ sound at the slipperiness of the ultrasound gel. It actually was a rather effective masturbatory tool. All glide, no friction. Luka may be onto something here.

“Yeah, just like that,” Dr Kovac encouraged as Carter kept up the movement on his own. He gazed down as John manually stimulated him, and John watched his own actions closely too. It was like whacking himself off, Carter thought, yet wasn’t. Luka’s dick felt different to his own. But it was the same piece of equipment that he had and he knew how to operate it perfectly. As Carter wielded the older male’s tool with a practised hand, Luka moaned throatily and said something impassioned in his native language. At the other male’s questioning glance, he sheepishly explained, “I said, that feels amazing. Forgive me, I sometimes lapse into Croatian when I’m, you know, excited.”

Pleased that he was making Luka excited, Carter smiled understandingly and resumed pleasuring the second doctor, moving his wrist quicker. With the help of the fabulously slippery gel, Luka’s cock glided very easily through the circle that his fingers made. He didn’t take his eyes away from what he was doing in case he missed the cum-shot. And he didn’t want to miss that. He’d never seen another man ejaculate right in front of him, much less MADE one do it and he wanted to see it.

“Mmm. Faster,” Kovac urged breathlessly and Carter obliged. After that awesome blow job, he wanted Luka to receive some ‘medical attention’ too. He jacked Luka hard and fast, the moist, squishy noise of the lube in his hand and Kovac’s ragged panting the only sounds in the small closet. Eventually, Kovac’s whole body stiffened and he let forth a torrent of guttural Croatian w as as he reached his apex. White fluid shot out of the tip of his cock in five gushes and landed on the linoleum floor. Luka looked at the little puddles of his semen on the ground and laughingly said, “Oops. I guess I can’t leave that for the cleaners.”

John let go of Kovac’s dick and wiped his hand on his white coat. It had to be washed anyway. Compared to blood, vomit and various other bodily fluids that have been splashed onto his formerly pristine jacket, what’s a little gel gonna matter? It’s not, that’s what. Luka removed his own similarly begrimed c cle cleaned his hand on it and then mopped up his sperm from the floor with the item of clothing. The therapy session over, the two men set about adjusting their pants. Curious about the mysterious sentences that had passed Luka’s lips, Carter finally spoke. He swallowed to clear his throat and asked, “What did you say just before, Kovac?”

“Your laryngitis has cleared up, I see,” the other doctor commented dryly. Then he grinned and waved a dismissive hand. “Ah, it was nothing really. Mostly swearing.”

John raised his brows. “You swear in Croatian but you won’t swear in English?”

Luka shrugged. “I know more swear words in my own language. Plus, people don’t know when I’m cursing at them. Comes in handy sometimes, y’know.”

“I bet,” Carter remarked. He stifled a yawn. God, he was tired after that. A draining orgasm on top of the long shift had completely worn him out. Luka noticed how drawn the younger man looked and frowned in concern.

“You need to go home and rest, John,” he advised. “Doctor’s orders.”

“I prob wou would have been in bed by now if you hadn’t led me astray, Luka,” Carter drawled accusingly.

Kovac’s response was to smile like the devil himself and say, “But isn’t it fun being led astray? Hmm?”

John ran a weary hand through his short hair, not admitting anything. But Luka knew that Carter had had fun locked in the closet. Because Luka sure had. He cradled Carter’s face, searching the boy’s velvety brown eyes. John gazed tiredly back at him, wanting to go home and recuperate but he didn’t resist when Kovac kissed him, softly and gently on the mouth. Luka brushed the younger male’s lips with his own a final time and murmured, “Thank you for the uh, stress relief. I sure hope we can do this again. Can we do this again, Carter?”

Carter lifted a shoulder in a non-committal gesture. “No. I don’t know. Maybe,” he eventually muttered. “But Abbey-”

“Doesn’t know what a great catch she has,” Kovac cut him off. “She doesn’t appreciate you, John. She doesn’t understand you. Not the way I do. And when you realise that, I will be right here waiting for you.” He caressed Carter’s cheekbones with his thumbs and then took his hands away.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” Carter answered quietly. Before he went out the door and left Carter alone in the supply cupboard to ponder his words, Luka winked at him.

“By the way,” he said. “I know EXY hoY how much of that gel is left. Don’t use it all on me, hey?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” John replied to Kovac’s retreating back. After the door closed behind the older man, John eyed the plastic squeeze bottle sitting innocently on the shelf. Just before he exited the closet, got his bag and caught the subway home, he shoved it into his pocket.

“Nosiree. Wouldn’t dream of it.”