Don't Worry: I'm a Doctor, a Romance fanfic

Oh dear. I wrote a really pointless PWP.

Don't Worry; I'm a Doctor

I sat in the waiting room of my doctor's office, tapping my foot impatiently in the nervous habit I had developed in AP Music Theory in senior year of high school. The guy I had sat next to always bounced his foot up and down, which was annoying, but I soon was doing it myself. It was the first time I'd come in for a prostate exam, and I was a bit nervous. Having Dr. Connors stick his finger up my ass made me a bit apprehensive.

Anyway, I picked up a magazine from the table to my right and flipped through it casually, not really seeing what I was looking at. After a moment, I focused on the magazine and realized that I was looking at a copy of Playboy. Why oh why would they have a copy of Playboy in the waiting room? I wondered.

I could feel myself becoming…aroused, so I put it back down, and crossed my legs, feeling extremely awkward. The door opened and the rather pretty nurse looked out and said, "Kevin Jacobsen?"

"Yes," I exclaimed, jumping up. I walked quickly over to him, hoping she wouldn't see my arousal. She smiled sweetly.

"Room six," she told me, and pointed down the hall. I nodded to her and followed the hall to room six, where I undressed and put one of those very frightening paper dressing robes. I hate those things with a passion.

I waited nervously, feeling my body rapidly becoming colder in the chill of the examination room, my erection slowly fading to my extreme delight. The door suddenly opened and Dr. Connors entered, looking down at his clipboard.

He looked up at me and smiled, brushing a strand of blond hair from his eyes. "Hello, Kevin. How are you today?"

"Doing great, but I am a bit cold."

"Nervous?"

"A bit," I admitted. He nodded, putting on a pair of latex gloves

"That's only natural. But there's nothing to be worried about," he assured me. "After all, I am a doctor. Please turn around and put your hands against the wall."

I did as he asked, feeling the dressing gown fall open and I winced. My flagging erection was brushed by the paper, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body. I shivered, both with cold and anticipation.

"Just relax, Kevin," he told me in a low voice. Despite myself, I found it the tiniest bit sexy. "It's easier if you relax."

"Okay," I said in a whisper, letting the muscles in my lower body relax. I heard some soft noises, but I didn't turn around. I could feel the heat of his body approach me and forced myself to relax. A cold finger touched my ass and I jerked away instinctively.

"It's all right," Dr. Connors whispered. "Don't worry; I'm a doctor." With that, he slid his finger inside my ass.

At first, it just felt odd. But then his finger hit something inside of me and stars sparked in my brain. I let out an involuntary moan before biting down hard on my lip, horrified by my reaction. Dr. Connors didn't say anything, but I heard a quick breath that sounded suspiciously like a mini-laugh.

Then his finger began to swirl. I bit down harder on my lip, the feeling sparking through my nerves causing my erection to come back in full. I groaned deep in my throat. This time, I distinctly heard Dr. Connors chuckle.

His free hand snaked around to my cock, which he grasped with one hand. He stroked it slowly, and I was so far gone that I didn't even think to object. His finger in my ass thrust hard against that spot, making me grunt. The pressure built up as he thrust into me again and again, his other hand stroking me with rapidly speeding-up strokes. I couldn't restrain the automatic thrust of my hips as I thrust back into his finger and forward into the warmth of his hand, which was oh-so-talented.

The pleasure built up behind my eyes, and the combination of his finger in my ass, his hand around my cock, and his warm presence behind me sent me into a place I'd never been before – not with any of my girlfriends, not when I masturbated.

I'd never be able to say anything about gay sex after this, I mused to myself, but the hard thrusts against me and the firm pressure sent me spiraling into my orgasm before I could bring myself to care. Despite my teeth being clamped into my lower lip, a strangled noise escaped my throat and my ass muscles clenched around Dr. Connors's fingers as I came over his glove-covered hand. I wondered dazedly if he was in need of a little relief, and then wondered if he would let me.

Then I wondered what the fuck I was thinking.

While I recovered myself, Dr. Connors disposed of his gloves, and smiled at me. "I think everything is fine, Kevin, but if you want to come in for another check-up in a week or so…?"

I turned to look at him, trying to catch my breath. "Maybe," I said after a moment. "That might be a good idea."

A/N: Oh dear. I'm not sure where this came from. I apologize for the rather poor quality; I was simultaneously doing this and talking to my friend who's in Chicago for an interview at Northwestern. Happy Valentine's Day again, everyone.

I wanted to write this into The Not-So-Celibate Life, but I didn't have an excuse to, so you get this instead.