Ivan sat alone in his office, staring at his sketches on the paper infront of him. Ivans head lulled, his tiredness was overcoming him, after a five hour shift it was hard to keep his eyes open. He was supposed to be with the next patient right now, but they hadn't shown- so he had taken the opportunity to doodle. He was drawing his newest fantasy, a young man by the name of Darren. He was his mail man, Ivan had met him while getting his package of bad dragon dildos he had ordered for... science.
He remembered Darrens plump lips saying "Why do you need all these, surely a man like you has someone in his life who can... help him out." Then Darrens chocolate eyes had run up Ivans entire body making him tingle. Of course, Ivan hadn't said anything other then making a strange noise. He couldn't really speak when he was in a situation like that, It was hard for Ivan to express his feelings.
His memory remembered Darrens thighs in his mail man shorts. So hairy and thick, he wondered what they would feel like pressed against his own. Ivan quickly shook the thought of his his head, he was a doctor... not to mention a doctor with a husband. His husband, Cory, was over seas at the moment doing a tour. Cory was a world class guitar player he was always leaving Ivan to go play gigs. Ivan loved Cory, but it made him sad that he was alone 3/4s out of the year. Sometimes even Christmas. Ivan slammed his notebook closed and stood up. His shift was nearly over, it was time for him to clock out at go home to his dildos and fifty shades of gray.
Ivan left his office, locking the door and leaving- saying a sharp goodbye to the secretary Taylor. Ivan returned to his NYC flat in no time, mumbling a quiet hello to furniture. Ivan trod into his sitting room, petting his white fluffy dog he had lovingly named Laddi. Laddi looked at him with her sad brown eyes, the pup nuzzled his hand. She could feel his pain. Ivan offered her a piece of Dorito, she loved those.
As Ivan was settling into his white couches, prepared to binge the fifty shades of gray movies a knock on his door echoed through his house. Ivans head shot up and he strolled to the door. He pushed it open and almost choked on his breath. Darren stood in the dawn light, his mail man outfit white and crisp. He was holding a package in his large hands. Ivan shivered as he took it from the man, their eyes locked. Darrens brown ones filled with something mysterious. Ivan managed to cough out the words. "I didn't order anything."
Darren moved closer to him, pushing them both back into the house. Ivan stared, fear and curiosity sparking. Darren touched Ivans arm, rubbing it softly with his callused mailman hands. Ivan opened the package slowly. Inside was a candle, flowers and some lube. Ivans long black eyelashes flickered as he looked at Darren from under them. Darren took Ivans hand and smiled. "Now its time for some fun."