Medical Attention

Title - Medical Attention
Author - Rina76
Email - rina762003@hotmail.com
Summary - Carter needs some therapy and Kovac helps him out.
Disclaimer - I don't own these characters.

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“Ah. Dr Carter,” Romano said, passing him in the hallway. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen Luka anywhere, have you?”

“Uh, not for a while, no,” Carter replied, scratching his head.

“Well, if you find Dr Kovac, please remind him that this is a hospital, not a dating agency and he is still on duty, even on the slow days,” Romano drawled sarcastically, his bald scalp reflecting the light. “Tell no-show boy that I’ve decided he can have the patient with the abnormally large testicular lesion. And I want those labs back on the wheezer in four. ASAP. If I don’t see him in the next fifteen minutes, I’m gonna fire his slack ass.”

“You got it,” Carter said, stifling a grin. He felt a twinge of sympathy for Luka. Even though he only had one arm, Romano could be a ball-breaker at the best of times. God help you if you piss him off.

He strode along the corridor, on his way to the staff lounge to get a nice, strong cup of coffee. The E.R. was unusually quiet today, which he was not complaining about in the slightest. It was normally a chaotic mess with blood and puke flying everywhere and people screaming and shouting with security arresting the nut jobs and hauling them outside. It was nice to hear blessed silence, see empty seats and have clean, vomit-free clothing.

As he passed the supply closet, where they kept suture kits, bandages and saline solution among other things, the door opened. Luka’s head appeared and glanced up and down the hallway, finding it empty.

“Dr Carter, could you come in here for a moment, please?” Luka asked in his Croatian accent, which all the women swooned over. “I seem to have a problem. I can’t find what I’m looking for.”

“Sure,” Carter replied easily. “By the way, Romano wants to know where you’ve been. He’s threatening to fire you. Again.” He entered the cupboard and scanned the shelves. “So, what are you looking for?”

Kovac closed the door, the lock snicking shut with a tiny click. “I’ve already found it.” He gazed at Carter with his long-lashed blue eyes, making it perfectly obvious what he was referring to.

Carter’s brows rose. Was Kovac making a pass at him? My God, he was! He had no idea the good doctor swung that way. He shuffled his feet and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Um, Luka? I don’t…I’m not…you know,” he began. Luka came closer and his hand slipped under Carter’s white coat. His heart pounding, Carter took a few steps backward and he bumped into the closed door. Kovac just followed him and leaned his weight against the other male, trapping him against the door and cutting off his escape route.

“You’re not what, John?” Luka’s voice was provocative and teasing. His dark hair fell boyishly over one eye. His hand slid lower, over Carter’s belly and came to rest on his groin. Carter sucked in a breath at the intimate contact and pushed Kovac’s hand aside.

“Luka…”

“C’mon, Dr Carter. You spend all day tending to patients but who tends to you, huh?” he demanded huskily. “Don’t you need a little medical attention sometimes?”

Luka’s long persistent fingers unbuckled Carter’s belt and unzipped his fly and this time Carter didn’t try to resist. He was hard already.

“Oh Christ, Abby…” Carter started to say but Kovac cut him off with a finger to his lips.

“Abby doesn’t know what she wants, John. But I do. And I want you. Right now.” He took Carter’s erect dick in his hand and Carter groaned quietly.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he muttered, wanting to stop Luka but not wanting to at the same time. “Have you run out of female doctors and nurses to seduce, Kovac?”

“Let’s just say, I want something a little more…exciting,” Luka insinuated, tugging Carter’s cock with his skilled, sensitive fingers. Fingers that saved lives every day. Fingers that knew exactly how to touch and stroke and make Carter weak at the knees.

“I’m not going to have sex with you, Luka,” Carter breathed, even as his hips pressed into Kovac’s tantalising hand. “I’m not like that.”

“Oh no?” Luka asked, looking down at Carter’s male organ in his grasp. “What do you call this then?” He squeezed his fingers tighter and stroked harder. Carter held in a whimper and grabbed Luka’s arm.

“Not sex,” he gritted out. “I don’t know what it is but it’s not sex.”

By his medically trained definition, sex was where the penis entered another person’s orifice, be it orally, vaginally or anally. This was not even close to any of those.

“Fine, it’s not sex,” Kovac uttered. “Call it a helping hand. Call it a stress relieving massage. Call it whatever you want. But you can’t deny you need it. You need this, don’t you, John? You need me.”

He nibbled enticingly on Carter’s throad fed felt a low groan rumbling under his lips. Carter’s eyelids fell shut and he tipped his head back onto the wooden door. He wasn’t going to answer that. He just rocked his pelvis in time with Luka’s strokes.

Being a doctor was one of the most stressful jobs in the world. Only another doctor could understand the rollercoaster of highs and lows he went through every day. The hardest part was having someone die on him. Just this morning he lost a patient despite his best efforts and he was still majorly bummed about it. However, Luka’s soft, caressing hand and hungry sucking, kissing mouth was making all the shoulder-stiffening, back-cramping stress melt away as if it never existed.

Luka understood. Luka knew.

Oh yeah, as much as he didn’t want to admit it out loud, Carter needed this. He needed to forget, even for a few minutes. He moaned softly, acutely aware of where he was and knowing at any minute one of the nurses could come in and bust them. Even Abby. The thought intensified his excitement and he had to bite back a cry of hot, spicy, forbidden lust.

“Don’t, Kovac,” he feebly protested. They would both lose their jobs if they were caught. “We shouldn’t…”

Luka raised a hand, covering Carter’s mouth like a bank robber keeping a hostage quiet. “Sshh,” he whispered. “Just relax. It’s okay. Let me take care of you.”

He moved his other hand quicker and worked his lips up to Carter’s jaw, biting gently, then going further north and poking his tongue into the younger doctor’s ear. Carter shuddered, breathing fast through his nose, thrusting his hips into Luka’s knowledgeable fingers. He was close, Luka could feel it. Could feel it by the way Carter was starting to tremble, the way his grip on Luka’s arm was growing ever more forceful. The hand over Carter’s lips jerked away in surprise as Luka felt the hot electric shock of John licking his palm.

“Luka…Oh God, Luka…”

Carter’s deep groan of aching pleasure was a little too loud for Luka’s liking. He pushed a couple of fingers into Carter’s mouth, partly to keep him quiet, and partly to feel the slick wet heat inside. Luka wondered if that’s what it would feel like if he actually got to have sexual intercourse with Carter. He hadn’t made love to a man before but hey, there was a first time for everything. With his suave manner, honeyed voice, and dark, brooding looks, Luka was used to being able to have any woman he wanted. Quite frankly, it was so easy, it was boring.

Now this, on the other hand…

It was going to be quite a challenge to get sweet, conservative, baby-faced, John Carter into his bed. He made an exclamation of astonishment as Carter began to suck on his fingers. Judging by how eager Carter appeared, he was halfway there already!

Fingers. They’re only fingers. It’s not like I’m sucking his dick, Carter said desperately to himself, not knowing why he was even doing it. All he knew was that it was an instinctive reaction to having something in his mouth while he was in the throes of desire. It’s not sex. It isn’t. It’s just therapy, a release of tension. It’s not sex!

He began to make sounds deep in his throat as his orgasm crested and he clutched Luka’s arm tightly, his knuckles turning white with the pressure. Luka was going to have finger marks imprinted on his forearm for days after this. But he didn’t mind. All he wanted was to make Carter feel good. To make him come.

“Let go, John,” Kovac purred right in the other man’s ear, his breath causing a shiver to chase up and down Carter’s spinal cord. “I want to feel you let go.”

Out of Carter came small, gasping noises, muffled by Luka’s silencing fingers. Carter bucked his hips and streams of warm wetness filled the second doctor’s hand. Luka stayed like that for a minute, pressing him against the door, his lips on Carter’s throat, fin fingers in his mouth and his hand around the younger male’s cock.

“Don’t you feel much better now, Carter?” he murmured. John didn’t, couldn’t say anything. Luka waited until John’s fast breathing slowed down and his body softened before he withdrew his fingers. Kovac wiped his hand with a paper towel. The older man was aroused to the point of pain but he didn’t want to push his luck by asking John to do anything for him.

Not yet. He might screw up his big plan of seduction if he was too hasty. Besides, as soon as Carter was gone, he was gonna jerk off with some of that gel they use for ultrasounds on pregnant women. That stuff was incredible.

“Same time tomorrow, Dr Carter? I recommend you continue the treatment daily for maximum benefits.” He turned to John, a half-smile on his sensual lips and a flirtatious gleam in his eye. By the end of the week, Carter would be saying, Abby who?

John just stared at Luka, too stunned by what had just taken place to answer. By what he had let Luka do. Eventually, his brain began to function again and he clumsily fumbled with his fly, straightened his clothes and made sure there was no semen on his white coat. He opened the closet door, pausing, his back to Luka, and cleared his throat.

“Romano wants those labs straight away, Kovac. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Then he left, shutting the door after him. Luka gazed at the ceiling and released a long shaky breath of amazement and relief. Whew. That went even better than he’d hoped. He’d half expected John to freak out or hit him or something. But he hadn’t. He’d just let Luka jack him off, thrusting into his hand with urgent passion, even astoundingly sucking on his fingers like a baby on a pacifier. The young doctor was as good as his.

And Jesus, those sexy sounds he was making! They’d almost made him come in his shorts. He grinned rakishly. Now, where did they keep that gel?

END