Medical Attention

Against his every staunch intention of NOT doing it again, Dr John Carter somehow found himself in that damn supply closet once more. With Luka, of course. Who else but a handsome, blue-eyed Croatian Lothario could seduce him into this shameful, yet exciting, teenage act of closet sex? As soon as the door had closed, they kissed, hungrily and wetly, fingers in each other’s brown hair, stroking stubble-rough cheeks and chiselled jaws, rapidly moving down to slip two blood-stained white coats off their shoulders. They both smelled like hospital-grade antiseptic after performing countless medical procedures throughout their respective shifts but hardly noticed the clinical odour, instead savouring the manly tang of aftershave and salty sweat that clung to each of them. This time John just didn’t stand there passively or let Luka set the pace; this time HE kissed Luka, this time HE touched Luka, this time HE guided Luka’s fingers to his groin. As Kovac swiftly unfastened Carter’s pants, Carter slipped his soft, pale hands up the front of the older doctor’s shirt to discover firm muscle and coarse hair, so unlike touching a woman. The boyish male uttered a swear word as Kovac’s hand found its target. John’s dick was solid as aged teak and weeping clear drops of slick liquid already. Kovac didn’t need the ultrasound gel for lubrication on this occasion. Carter was making his own. He could feel it coating his fingers, slippery and sensuous.

“My, my, Dr Carter,” Kovac remarked in a husky tone as John pulled him closer with a growl. “You’re eager today.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t have much time,” John explained impatiently. He was only on a ten minute break and still had two more hours to go before his shift was over.

“We gotta be quick, okay?”

“Quick is easy. I can do quick,” Kovac replied with a devilish grin and started jacking John with fast flicks of his wrist while nibbling on his co-worker’s slender throat.

“Uh, yeah. Like that,” Carter grunted and rested the back of his head on thelf elf behind him as Luka’s expert hand moved back and forth upon his hardened cock. Kovac was good at this, at jerking it. He practised all the time. Most recently, thinking of John’s supple, toned body underneath him. Of John moaning his name as Luka is embedded deep inside him. The thought of that is the hottest thing to ecroscross Kovac’s multi-lingual mind. He’s definitely going to make that happen. Oh yeah. That’s number one on his seven-part “to do” list. He’s currently at number four. The list was as follows:

Seven – touch John. Check.
Six - kiss John. Check.
Five - suck John. Done.
Four – get John to touch him. Already did it.
Three – put his fingers into John. Still pending.
Two - get John to suck him. Hopefully.
One – fuck John. His ultimate goal.

He was at four yesterday, and going by the way Carter’s hand is rubbing at his crotch, hovering there again today. While he’d love to do number three, it appears they won’t get around to that this afternoon because that’s something you shouldn’t do in a hurry. Maybe tomorrow. But four is good. Four is damn good. Especially to get there in two days. He’s passed the halfway mark. Should be smooth sailing from here.

Wanting to get his friend off at the same time, the baby-faced American doctor popped the button on Luka’s trousers, yanked the fly down and thrust his hand into Luka’s hipster briefs. As his slim fingers encircled the foreigner’s erection, Carter pushed him until Kovac was the one pressed against the shelf, on the other side of the cupboard. He began nipping and biting at Luka’s neck, playfully but pinching a little, like a puppy with tiny sharp teeth. Luka was not complaining about the role reversal in the slightest. He loved it. Meek and mild John Carter turning into the aggressor? Hell, it was a fantasy come to life!

“Oh yes,” Kovac breathed, feeling as if he was in heaven. “Oh, my ljepota.”

Carter stopped biting long enough to question, “Huh? What’s that mean?”

“It means ‘beauty’ in my language. Is it all right if I call you that?” Kovac seemed slightly worried, as if John might take offence to being called a beauty. But he was. He was a very beautiful young man.

“Yeah, yeah,” John answered idly, not minding the romanticism at all. “It’s cool.” He grinned at Luka to prove it really was cool and absently wondered if he should give Kovac a nickname too. Eh, he’d think of one later. No time right now. Now was the time for getting both their rocks off.

“You are gorgeous when you smile, you know that?” Kovac told Carter truthfully, his pretty, green-flecked eyes gazing at the boy intently. “Just gorgeous.”

“Shut up, Kovac. You’re already in my pants. You don’t need to sweet talk me,” was John’s dry reply. However, he was privately flattered by the accented compliment. Abbey had never called him gorgeous. She had said he was cute but never gorgeous. To reward Luka for that, John kissed him. Luka’s mouth was soft yet firm and he tasted like coffee and cream.

The two MDs hurriedly masturbated each other, breathing heavily and intermittently exchanging hot, tongue-filled kisses and low groans of enticement. The sinfulness of what they were doing to each other was too much for the older man to take. He had wanted John to orgasm before him but he got there first. Just as Kovac attained his climax and was gasping in ecstasy, the unlocked door opened and he looked over in fright, meeting a shocked pair of familiar eyes.

Abbey.

She had timed her entrance perfectly for as soon as she stepped inside and glanced up, she witnessed ejaculatory fluid shooting out of Dr Kovac’s exposed penis and through the air, headed right for her. As much as he wanted to, Kovac could not stop himself from coming and mixed with his reluctant physical pleasure was a shitload of mortification and sickening dread. Abbey watched dumbfounded as the white stuff plopped on the floor, barely missing the toe of her non-slip rubber-soled shoe. Her horror was compounded further when she realised Kovac was not with a female nurse or doctor. He was with a man. And that mas Jos John Carter.

Her boyfriend.

By that time, John was aware that someone else had entered the small cluttered space and he whipped his head around with a terrible sinking feeling flooding his gut. When he saw who it was, his chocolate brown eyes went just as wide as Abbey’s. Nobody said a thing. The silence was excruciating. Abbey backed out and quickly shut the door, leaving the two doctors paralysed and stunned. If it had been any other nurse or staff member, they could have dealt with it and bribed him/her not to tell but… Crap. It was the one nurse they REALLY didn’t want to find out and no amount of bribing would erase what she just saw.

They were royally screwed. And not in a good way.

Carter stared at the closed door for a few seconds, as if he couldn’t believe what just occurred, and then he slowly turned back to face his partner. His hand was still on Luka’s dick. Kovac gulped as he met John’s traumatised gaze. The boy’s face was as white as chalk. Kovac was freaked about being sprung too, no doubt about that, but poor Carter would be the one dealing with the fallout. Luka didn’t have a girlfriend to yell and scream at him.

Carter did.

Realising he was still holding Kovac’s manhood, John let go as if the thing was a venomous snake and took a few steps backwards, away from the other doctor.

“John?” Kovac began tentatively, thinking they should work out what to do next in order tve tve their asses, and their careers, but the second guy was clumsily fumbling with his pants and reaching for his coat, avoiding the other man’s eyes. Even though he had been THIS close to coming himself, Carter had now lost all interest in sexual activity, his dick wilting like soggy lettuce the moment he spied Abbey.

“I gotta go,” he mumbled hastily. “Got a burst C-section scar to sew up.”

“John, wait,” Kovac tried again, fixing his own pants. Ignoring him, Carter fairly sprinted out the door, slamming it behind him.

For the first time ever, Luka swore in English.

“Fuck!” With a frustrated sweep of his arm, he knocked a pile of paper towels onto the floor. Then, being a considerate person, he stooped and picked them all up again, muttering, “Fuck it. Fucking motherfucker!”

Back at Carter’s apartment three hours later, John took a deep breath, unlocked the door and walked in to find Abbey pacing the floor and smoking. She had finished work shortly after the little supply closet episode. Actually, she had told Kerri Weaver, chief of staff, that she didn’t feel too good and the older woman kindly let her go early. Since then, she had been fuming over her startling discovery and attempting to calm herself with smoke and alcohol. Carter noticed the empty bottles of beer on the table. Abbey smoking was bad but Abbey drinking was even worse. She must be extremely pissed. Not surprising, really. Catching your boyfriend jacking another dude off would do that to you. Before John could say anything, she glanced up with flashing eyes and demanded, “So, are you gay?”

John threw his bag onto the floor and hung his keys up on the rack out of habit.

“No, no no. Of course I’m not,” he denied, unbuttoning his shirt collar to give him room to breathe. Despite being autumn cool outside, it felt stifling in his apartment. Or perhaps that was his imagination. He went to touch Abbey’s arm but she shied away from him, drawing deeply on her cigarette. She averted her gaze and blew a big puff of smokwardwards the ceiling.

“Really,” she said sarcastically. “Then why were standing there with your hand on Luka’s…on his…his…” In remembrance of the cum flying across the closet and almost hitting her shoe, the word gets stuck in her throat. A wave of anger forces it out.

“On his COCK! Why the fuck were you doing that? Huh?”

Carter shook his head, eyes round with trepidation and confusion, unable to find a valid reason for what he did. Eventually, he stuttered, “I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” she repeated incredulously, stuffing the butt of her cigarette into the neck of the nearest bottle. “Well, I ain’t a psychologist, honey, but to me that just screams gay!”

“But I’m attracted to women,” he argued. “I am. I’m attracted to you!”

She threw him a filthy look and went to the cupboard, retrieved a suitcase from the top shelf, hurled it onto the bed and started rummaging through drawers. Some women might find it sexy that their man likes other men but Abbey did not. She just found it deceitful. How DARE John not tell her? Why did she have to find out this way? It’s not like it’s a little secret, like having a foot fetish or anything. This was big. This changed everything.

“Yeah, and it appears that you are attracted to dick too,” she snarled. “I’m messed up, my mother is messed up, my brother is messed up, and now my boyfriend is messed up. Jesus. I don’t need this level of messed up-ness in my life right now.”

Carter stood there helplessly as she gathered up all her clothes. “So, you’re leaving me?”

“What does it look like?” the brunette woman retorted, her back to him. She was packing, haphazardly throwing her belongings into the suitcase.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Carter apologised, and even to his ears the words sounded pathetic and lame.

Abbey snorted. “We all do things we don’t mean,” she replied wryly. “But that doesn’t make it okay.”

Hating himself for having to ask this, John gritted out, “Are you going to tell Romano?”

If Romano knew about this indiscretion, he’d rip Carter’s arm off so they matched.

Abbey snorted again. “You really don’t know me very well, do you?”

Getting a little angry himself, the doctor’s voice rose. “Well, I try to know you, Abbey, but you won’t let me in! You always push me away. I try to help you but you refuse me. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with you.”

“Oh, don’t try and turn this around on me,” Abbey spat, going into the bathroom and collecting her makeup. “You were the one with your fingers wrapped around Luka’s wang. And thank you for that vision, by the way. Watching you making him ejaculate was something I did NOT want to see.”

Carter visibly cringed. He could not think of a word to say in his defence. He DID do that. And worst of all, he enjoyed it.

All her stuff crammed into the suitcase, Abbey snapped the locks shut and picked up the heavy bag. Regret swamped Carter. He didn’t want Abbey to go. At least not like this. Pissed off at him. One thing about himself that he was proud of was the fact that all his ex-girlfriends still spoke to him. That’s ‘cos he’s such a nice guy. And if they were breaking up, which it surely looked like they were doing, he would like it to be on friendly terms.

“Abbey, don’t leave. We need to talk about this.”

At Carter’s pleading, she sighed. “Too late. I’m gone. There’s nothing to talk about. You want something I clearly don’t have.” She gave him a pointed look. “And don’t come crawling back to me after Luka tosses you aside when he’s tired of you. You know he will. That’s what he’s like. If you want to get used, go right ahead.”

Carter frowned. “Hey. That’s not fair. Kovac is not like that.”

So, Kovac has had a lot of different women lately, including hospital patients and interns, but he doesn’t use them. He has short, intense flings with them but he does not offer them false promises or lies or take anything from them. He makes it perfectly clear that fun is all he’s after. He pleasures them, just as much as he pleasures himself. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. He doesn’t USE anyone. And he won’t use Carter. This is not just a casual affair. This is something different. Something…more. Carter doesn’t know how he knows that, as Luka has not said anything to the contrary, but he just knows it.

“He wouldn’t use me,” he reiterates stubbornly, standing up for his fellow surgeon in his absence.

“Whatever,” Abbey uttered and dragged her case over to the entrance. “I hope you and Luka are very happy together.” With that last parting shot, she left the apartment.

Funny thing was, when the door clicked shut, Carter didn’t chase after her like a man in love would have done. Sure, he felt like a major bastard and an all-round asshole, but he also felt kinda relieved that she was gone. If he was truly honest with himself, this day had been coming for a long time. They had been having a lot of problems. But he still felt like shit. Getting dumped is not a barrel of laughs. It downright sucks.

“Goddamn it!” he swore, picking up one of the discarded beer bottles. He flung it at the wall with all his might and it smashed into hundreds of shards of glass. Then he sank onto the couch with his head in his heads. Luka was like a disease. An addiction. Carter needed him, he craved him, but Kovac was speedily destroying the very fabric of his existence. Besides distracting him at work and making him thoroughly bewildered about his sexuality, Kovac’s advances have caused Abbey, the girl he wanted to marry one day, to walk out on him and John doesn’t know if she will tell anyone what she beheld, or if she already has. If she tells even one person in the E.R., it will spread all over the hospital in a matter of minutes. He’s all too aware of how everyone gossips in that place. He doesn’t even know if his job will still be there tomorrow. If he doesn’t have his job, he has nothing. The E.R. is his LIFE.

“Goddamn it, Luka,” he choked out. “Look what you’ve done.”


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To be continued...