A/N: Hook-up fic. Expect loads of sex, but also loads of Genesis doing his job and being a psychologist.
Also, incoming messages are shown with '-' and outgoing messages (what Genesis sends) are shown without. I would use caret keys but the uploader uses HTML so they don't show up.
So this fat bitch was sat on the old red couch, crying her eyes red about her cheating husband who shrank in an armchair staring at the floor.
Genesis fucking hated his job.
"So let me get this straight, Mrs Jones." He began, coldly, looking at her over the tops of his glasses with an expression like he took a few anti-psychotics, "You're concerned about your husband cheating on you and violating your trust when you yourself became pregnant with another man?"
"I didn't mean to!"
Genesis blinked. He desperately wanted to roll his eyes and say 'oh yeah, because that changes everything!' "I understand that. However, don't you think you are being unfair here? I am not saying what he did is right, but you did violate the terms of your marriage which include lifelong commitment. He feels – and correct me if I am wrong Mr Jones – that you do not value your relationship, thus why should he."
She scoffed, sniffing loudly, "Well maybe he should have reminded me to take the pill."
The poor man groaned.
The psychologist frowned, "I'm sorry, but what has this got to do with it?"
"HE knows that if I don't take my pill I get really horny! HE should have reminded me about that if he didn't want me running off!"
Oh boy…Stay professional, Genesis… "I see. But you are an adult Mrs Jones, you are moreso responsible and accountable for what happened. Your pill affects your body, so I think it is safe to say you should be reminding yourself." In his head he was wondering whether he would be arrested for prescribing this woman some Valium or horse tranquilisers.
"Oh fuck you!" she shouted. This was precisely the part of Genesis' day that reminded him his 9 years of university were well worth it, "Men! Fucking misogynistic pieces of shit. I bet you're going to sit out back later with HIM for a beer! Think I'm some sort of joke!"
"Please listen to him honey…"
She launched out of her seat, thrusting her fingers towards her husband, "Don't you fucking call me honey you lying cheating son of a bitch!"
"Hey!" she snapped her round head to Genesis, "Calm down, Mrs Jones. I am trying my best to help you, but I can't do that if you're ready to get physical."
"I never said or acted like I was going to get physical!" she shouted, arms failing around as she jabbed at the air at him to enunciate her words. "You think you shrinks can read our minds!"
"Laura…he's trying to help us. Please…"
"Shut up!" she shouted, her terrified husband going back to staring at the floor and chewing his lip, "And you!" she pointed at the redhead, "I need a letter from you for my lawyer."
Oh lovely…If there was anything else Genesis loved about his job, it was lawyers. You tell them a couple came for marriage counselling and they will tell the court that their relationship was 'recovering', "Mrs Jones, I cannot offer anything in a legal case unless I suspect there to be mental illness or abuse substantial enough to warrant an investigation. I can say that you came to see me to talk about your marriage, but otherwise not until I can talk to your lawyer."
"Fine then! You will!" she huffed and tore open the door, "I'm getting the fuck out of here."
She stomped down the hall and called the elevator with a generous amount of button presses. The husband sighed, looking defeated and far too old for a 38-year-old, "Sorry about that Doctor."
Genesis smiled weakly, "Please Greg, just call me Genesis."
He chuckled a little as he climbed out of his seat, "I suppose I have known you a while. I'll see you next week then. Hopefully alone."
"Oh, Greg!" called the psychologist. He turned around at the door as Genesis walked over to him scribbling down a script. He tore it from the booklet and handed it to him, "Here. I can tell you're stressed so I upped your escitalopram to 40mg. You'll probably feel a little ill for a week or two – headaches, low libido, nausea, bloating, you know, the usual."
The man smiled and tucked it into his front pocket, "Thank you."
"Good luck. Let me know if it makes you feel better."
They waved each other bye and Genesis closed the door and slumped back into his desk chair and took off his glasses. Reaching into the cabinet door of his desk, he pulled out a vodka, shot glass and a good dose of citalopram.
Six years. Six years they have been seeing therapists. Six years have they been separated and planning divorce. Genesis wouldn't be surprised to see them again for another six. That is, if he could keep on dealing with it – the past year he had them for had been hellish. But hey, patients are patients and money is money. He woke up his computer and wrote a quick note on the session he just had.
Mrs Jones behaved irrationally. Blamed her husband for her infidelity. She has no proof for believing he cheated on her and I doubt she truly believes it herself. I believe she is doing so to try to gain full custody of their children once they move their separation into the courtroom.
Increased Mr Jones' dosage of escitalopram from 30mg to 40mg. He says he is recovering well from his accident, but there are signs of PTSD. I wish to speak to him privately, however his wife has followed him into every appointment he has had. He admitted to wanting sexual relations with his co-worker Charlotte, but denies having so. Charlotte was the woman who called Mrs Jones to tell him he was in hospital due to a workplace accident. Mrs Jones and Charlotte had not met or talked prior to this.
The psychologist kicked up his feet and pulled out his phone, watching the time tick by from 5:54pm to 6:00pm for him to go from Dr. Genesis Rhapsodos, to just Genesis Rhapsodos. In his meantime, he played some Candy Crush and checked for any nearby Pokemon.
Another fucking zubat. His day was great, just like all his other days in his modest mid-floor office with peeling wall-paper, creaky floorboards and a window that never opens more than a crack. Next door was a speech pathologist who always sounded like she was having fun. Deep down, Genesis wished he got to work more with children. But when he does it was usually in cases of sexual, emotional and physical abuse. With 60% of the population divorcing, why couldn't he just get more depressed or struggling kids without horrifying histories?!
When the clock hit 6, he packed his messenger bag – stowing away his day's notes in a safe and took his portable hard drive with his patient's records with him. He took the bus – a 10-minute ride to his inner-city apartment. It wasn't much – 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, not too cramped, but not huge either. Decent for a single person who had a little fluffy ankle biter for a dog. Still though, it cost him almost half his salary to rent this place.
Opening his apartment door, the dog yapped at the tired man.
"Hey CeeBee." He said, no life left in his voice. He hung his bag on the coat hanger and picked up his pet. "Want some din-dins, CeeBee?"
It yapped again and Genesis opened the fridge – nothing. With dog in one hand, he grabbed a tin of expensive dog food and emptied it into a dog bowl before taking it to the four-seater dining table, plopping CeeBee onto it. He munched away. At least his dog was happy and healthy walking circles around his bowl as he cleaned it up – getting his fluffy tail in his human's face.
Cleaning up, CeeBee was gnawing on a bone in his round bed and Genesis felt utterly bored. That was his problem. He hated his work, but he also hated his time off work.
Go meet people! His friends would say. Sure! But really, how many people are there in the world who would want to date a 28-year-old man? His gay death was right around the corner. College was great however! No shortage of fun there! Until he had to start getting straight A's for grad school, his PhD and then his post-doc so he could prescribe meds.
Genesis whipped out his phone, sinking into his couch as he loaded up Grindr. Shameless really – his picture was about 2 years old. Straight out of his lengthy college stay, sculpted back and arms and round bubble butt on display. He cringed – sure he was attractive, but he was also half-Asian and had the cheekbones and sultry eyes of a woman. Nothing he could fix despite how often he worked out and partook in pole-dancing lessons. Because he snatched them with the hot bod and lost them with a face pic when messaged.
He flicked through the profiles of the nearest men. All boring. All obnoxious with their 'No blacks. No fats. No fems. No Azainssszz.' which to Genesis was peak attractiveness.
A few minutes in and he got a message: Hey baby. Want to ride mah dick?
"Oh dear…" he muttered, before being assaulted by a picture of hairy genitals taken in a bathroom.
A face pic would have been more polite first. He said only to get another dick pic with the message This is all you'll be seeing tonight.
Aaand block!
New message: Hey :P Face pic?
He sends one over: Sure :D
And he got blocked. Genesis groaned – was he really that unattractive?
This went on for a couple of hours. CeeBee asleep in his bed and Genesis was growing tired of the sorry, Im not into asians. Its jst a preference.
He decided to call for food
"Hi! You've reached Dominoes! How may we take your order?"
"Hi, I'd like a Meatlovers. Deep crust. But please add mushrooms and basil."
"Not a problem! So that's a Meatlovers with mushrooms and basil?"
"Yep."
"Great! Your pizza will arrive in 20 minutes."
Back to Grindr. He was entertaining himself with an old kinky guy who was writing a novella to him of all the weird things he would do to Genesis. Like drink milk out of his anus. Needless to say, Genesis found it colourful. After a while, a new guy showed up that was near him, some kid, 19 'smooth, btm. I like comic books.'. He wasn't Genesis' type at all. Some scrawny blonde twink with blue eyes – probably had 100 venereal diseases – discovered and undiscovered. He was sure he was a popular one on the app.
The doorbell rang and Genesis pulled the door open whilst getting his card ready.
"Your pizza, sir."
The redhead narrowed his eyes at him and tapped his card on the reader. "So…you like comic books." He said.
The boy looked stunned, "Uh…yeah. How'd you know?"
Genesis looked at his phone. "Tell me Mr…Cloud. What were you doing on Grindr when you should be working?"
He laughed nervously, "Actually this is the last delivery I'm making."
Genesis raised a brow, "Is that so?"
"…Yeah…" he looked down at his shoes, "So um…do you wanna maybe…?"
The redhead was surprised. Really? This kid found him attractive and not-Asian enough to bone. He smirked, "I don't know if it'll work sweetheart. We're both bottoms."
"Oh."
He didn't know what it was, but when he took that pizza from the boy he nodded into his apartment. "You want to come in, anyway?"
Cloud gaped and looked around the room. The guy was not much taller than him and he had what looked to be a dog sleeping in the corner Not too bad looking, a little bitchy maybe.
"Sure." They headed in and sat at the kitchen bar, Genesis pouring him some cold water from a pitcher he had out. "Nice place."
"Bah. It's too expensive for what it is" Genesis took a bite of pizza
"How much?"
"2200 a month."
"What?!" Cloud was shocked, "That's more than what I make!"
"It's affordable. For here at least." He took another bite, "You live in the city?"
Cloud shook his head, "Not too far though. Inner west. About a 20-minute train ride. I'm sharing a place with a bunch of friends."
"You studying?"
"No…I'm a little too dumb for college." Great. An idiot too. I bet the bitches on Grindr LOVE him. "Did you go to college?"
Genesis raised a brow at him, "I spent 9 years there to get a post-doc. So yeah."
"Damn! No wonder you can afford this place!" That statement made Genesis laugh. If only the kid knew how little psychologists make and how much student debt he had to pay off. If only…
Finishing up his pizza, Genesis pulled out some liquor. "Don't worry, it's not spiked or anything."
Cloud laughed nervously and the pair got drunk within the hour. Usually Genesis was good with alcohol, but lately he's been lonely, depressed and horny. Sure, the alcohol was a bad mix with his medication, but hey! Nothing some more neurotransmitters can't fix!
They stumbled around the apartment, watched some reality TV and talked about all the cocks they had seen. Cloud sounded utterly gross to Genesis. He was a nightclub kid, sucking men off in the bathrooms and snorted coke once. He was the quintessential 'I came from a religious family' fag who sought out the city to escape it all, only to get so overwhelmed and greedy with all the man meat around. It was a little sad, but hey, at least he could do porn or something. Genesis considered that when he was younger and grad school gave him more migraines than Katy Perry's live performances.
The blonde yawned. It was getting late.
"Want to go to bed?" Genesis asked.
He nodded and got up with the older man, following him into the bedroom and immediately collapsed onto the bed. Genesis excused himself to the bathroom and by the time he got back, the kid had his clothes on the floor and his dick in his hand. He chuckled, the alcohol inhibiting his natural disgust response. Climbing into bed, Cloud looked up at him and grabbed a fistful of red hair. Genesis leaned in, welcoming his sloppy kiss – inhaling his breath, biting his lip. Tongues shoved desperately down each other's throats as saliva dripped down their chins.
Pulling back, gasping for air and licking his lips, Genesis' firm hand grasped Cloud's cock, squeezing a loud moan out of him. Hot and bothered, he freed his own dick and stroked himself as he gnawed at the boy's chest.
"Fuckk…" the blonde moaned, twisting the sheets in his hands as a thumb circled the bright red tip of his dick, "Suck it."
Nipping down his lithe body, Cloud bucked against his shoulder – Genesis got the message. Looking up, the boy stared down at him in anticipation, until his eyes rolled into the back of their sockets as he was swallowed whole in one swift move. The boy was writhing, hands in the older man's hair as he sucked him hard, roughly fucking his own throat on the full length of his dick. Cloud's breath hitched at a warm hand stroking his balls and Genesis pulled back with a laugh.
"Like that do you, boy?" he taunted, voice seeped in seduction that almost made Cloud cum.
He couldn't respond. Not with a hot tongue licking his balls and a warm, wet mouth sucking gently on them. That swift skilful tongue lapping at delicate areas until it dipped down and swiped his taint making Cloud clench. Setting those balls free, he dragged his tongue up the pre-cum trail and stuffed his fingers in his own mouth. The blonde, chest rising and falling heavily, almost screamed from the desperation when two fingers hooked into his ass and struck gold.
Genesis took a moment – stroking the boy's prostate and admiring the sheer eroticism of the sight in front of him before diving back down to lick, tease and suck his dick. Cloud was shaking his head. His whole body tingling as he did his best not to cum so soon. Because the way that tongue flickered and swirled around his cock head each time Genesis came up from the downstroke was making his eyes water.
The redhead moaned, watching the boy break underneath him, his own hand still stroking his dick. Cloud opened his eyes, and the look that Genesis gave him when he was devouring his cock made him spray the back of his throat with cum. The older man smirked, slowly bobbing his head up and down the boy's dick, making sure he swallowed every last drop.
As Cloud was coming down from his high, the hand in Genesis' hair falling limply to the side and his softened cock gently fell out of his mouth. Removing his fingers, Genesis lay down next to him. Despite his orgasm, the blonde rolled onto him, drunk on more than just alcohol this time. He put three fingers in the redhead's mouth and watched him lube him up – spit drenched, dripping down onto his chest. Pulling his digits out, he rubbed against his tight asshole and kissed him before plunging all three in.
Genesis grunted, feeling a little too much too soon, but the boy was a bottom so he could pardon him for some mistakes. Cloud kissed him down the neck making the older man moan as his fingers rubbed over the hypersensitive nerves of his prostate. His cock leaked excessively, his ass begging for more as he ground against the fingers inside him. The blonde took his dick in one hand and jerked him at a funny angle. Genesis realised the kid was either bluffing about his experience, or he was just really shit in bed. Regardless, having something touch his crying dick felt like ecstasy and he was groaning into the kid's hot, wet mouth, rasping his own tongue against his, making him taste his own semen.
Cloud pulled his fingers out and Genesis sobbed out a groan, "Fuck bitch, no…" the boy hovered over him and Genesis snorted at the erection rubbing his own. Fucking young people. "You better fucking put something in my ass, you cunt." He heaved, fisting both of their cocks together in one hand.
The blonde shuddered. Genesis' slick fluid lubing him up. The redhead brought his knees up for a better angle and their sweaty balls rubbed together, shooting adrenaline and sexual thirst through their bodies. Before he knew it, the boy's cock slipped from his hand and ploughed itself into his ass.
Genesis hissed. It was dry. It was rough. It was sloppy. But by the gods did he need this. The kid was a weak fuck, too overwhelmed by how tight the ass he rammed into was he almost lost his load in seconds. The redhead, frustrated, grabbed him by the hips and fucked himself on the dick planted firmly inside.
They moaned at the sheer pleasure, "Come on boy," Genesis encouraged in his sex-drunk voice, "Come on and fuck me."
Cloud barely having the resolve to keep himself from bursting, let alone to fuck, tried his damned best to fuck him proper and hard, but his whole body was shaking. Genesis was close. In a rapid movement, he flipped the boy onto his back and rode his cock into climactic oblivion. With one hand fisting his dick he came hard, shooting all over his own chest and jaw. At the sheer sight of it all, Cloud grabbed his hips and thrust up into Genesis who quivered and felt his overly sensitive prostate turn up the volume on his orgasm. With a final thrust the boy came inside him and let the poor man slump onto the bed next to him.
Waking up, Genesis headed for the bathroom without disturbing the sleeping person next to him. Two steps onto the cold tiles and something wet dribbled down his leg. His eyes widened, looking down, he realised what happened last night.
"FUCK!"
Cloud was startled awake. The bathroom door busted open. "Morning Genesis." He said with a sweet smile.
The older man didn't give a fuck. He was scurrying around the room, checking under the bed, behind the bed, under his desk, in the corners and tore the bed covers off as he searched through them. Nothing. Panicking he grabbed his bin and emptied everything in it onto his carpet – food packets, used bottles of lube and lotion, lots of paper.
"Shit…" he slumped onto the floor and looked at Cloud, "Want to have a shower before we part ways? Because I am heading to the doctor."
"Oh are you sick?"
Genesis' eye twitched, "Let's hope not."
Sitting in the waiting room, Genesis was nervous. He shooed the kid off who was keen to meet up again sometime, but all Genesis could think of was keying the ignition in his car and heading straight to Dr. Hollander's. He didn't graduate in the top of his class for this. It would be pretty fucking ironic – a psychologist with–
"Dr. Rhapsodos!"
Genesis cringed as he stood up for the receptionist. "Here." He said, feeling the entire waiting room staring at him in shock, because for some reason doctors shouldn't be seeing other doctors.
She smiled coarsely, huge glasses enlarging her eyes as she pointed towards the corridor, "Right this way."
Genesis followed through and into the doctor's room, closing the door behind him.
"Hello Genesis!" The doctor shook his hand and motioned towards a chair.
"You really need to talk to your receptionist about calling out DR RHAPSODOS in the middle of the waiting room." He said dryly, sitting down, "Do you know how many people were judging me out there?"
"She was just trying to be polite, but I'll let her know." Dr. Hollander clapped his hands, "Now! What would you like help with?"
Genesis groaned, "A bit of a story."
"Go on…"
Fuck my life. "So…I got drunk with some guy last night and let's just say things were dry and not wrapped in latex."
"So you had unprotected sex?"
"Yes."
"Were you the receiving partner?"
Genesis' eye twitched at the question, "Yeah."
The doctor typed some notes into his computer and Genesis looked around the room for nearest sharp instrument he could kill himself with. He supposed the cord on the blood pressure pump might be a good self-strangulation device.
"Alright." Hollander turned back to Genesis and picked up the phone, "We'll do a rapid test then. Just a prick of blood and we should have the results in 30 minutes. Let me call the nurse over." The redhead nodded, not paying much mind to the telephone conversation, just the shelf full of scalpels. "She's just coming. Any other concerns?"
"How accurate is the test?"
"It varies. The biggest concern is normally a false positive, but since you are here so early it's more likely a false negative."
Genesis sighed, feeling a little sick in the gut, "Oh dear."
"Now, now! There is only an 8.3% chance of there being a false negative. You are much more likely to have a false positive."
"I normally have the worst luck so…"
Hollander looked him in the eye, a tender hand placed on his shoulder, "Look. There are other things we can do for you. You know that."
Genesis wanted to believe. But between a hangover, migraine and his crippling anxiety, only a tad affected by the scary possibilities of having HIV, it was not going to be easy to calm him down.
The door opened and a dark-skinned woman with bountiful curls came in.
Hollander got up and introduced her, "This is nurse Freya."
She smiled, putting down her tools on the bench, "Hi. Just a rapid test today?"
He nodded, "Yeah."
"May I have your finger? Tiny prick…" she jabbed his index with an instrument and collected a sample of blood with a pipette before placing a few drops into the testing window of the antibody detector. Cleaning up, she stuck a bandage on his finger and smiled again, "Alright! All done. Hope everything goes okay."
"Thank you, Freya."
Hollander escorted her out and motioned to the examination bed. "Would you like to come up here for an exam? Just checking for any signs of tearing and bleeding."
Genesis almost groaned. He was really looking forward to being naked waist down in the doctor's office, "Pleasure."
Pants and shoes off he got on all fours. The squirting of a lube bottle and the sound of slick fingers never sounded so unsexy.
"Tell me if there is any pain." The doctor said before carefully inserting two fingers.
He felt around, starting from the perimeter around the sphincter before moving up slowly, making sure to check thoroughly. When his fingers bottomed out inside of his patient Genesis jolted.
"Oh!"
"Are you okay?" Hollander asked, concerned.
Yeah. You just touched places that make men feel good and uncomfortable in the doctor's office, "I'm fine. You hit my prostate."
"A prostate exam wouldn't hurt. You should get checked more often." Genesis rolled his eyes, the old man still checking to make sure he didn't miss anything. Fingers removed, gloves snapped off, "Done. You're all clean. No injury as far as I can tell, or signs of cancer. There don't appear to be any signs of other STIs either, but we can do a lab test for that if you like."
Sitting up, he cleared his throat, glad he could will his dick to not get hard, "Thank you. That would be good."
The doctor swabbed him. Once he got clothed, Hollander called the nurse back in. "You'll be fine." He said, seeing the redhead wring his hands together and shake his leg.
Genesis scoffed. "Easy for you to say."
"I know you're nervous, but you're a smart kid. You can get through this. Remember when you interned as our sexual health counsellor?"
"Yes and look at the irony."
Hollander shook his head, "You at least remembered to get tested within 72 hours."
"For PEP."
"Exactly."
The nurse came in and drew his blood. It was difficult, she kept asking him to relax as his blood slowly trickled into the vials. He tried everything he knew from breathing exercises to cognitive shadowboxing with his ABCDE's to calm himself enough to not go into shock. Once done, Hollander collected the vials, wrote Genesis' details on them and bagged them with the swab for lab testing.
Genesis went to wait outside for his results whilst Hollander saw to other patients. Taking out his phone, Grindr notifications filled his screen. Groaning he opened it up to full walls of text from the dumb kid he slept with last night.
- Hey sexy ;)
- Last night was heaps fn. Wnt 2 hang out agan sumtime?
- I luv the way u look wen u go down. soooooo hottt!1!1 i nearly came just frm watchin u.
nd the way u sukkkkk. Fukkk yeah man, u sukked my cock and balls so gud, I've never cum so hard before in mah life and u fukin drank ervythig! im so horny rite nao jst thinkin about u and ur hot horny mouth and ur sxy tight asssss.
- Fukkk ur ass. I never toppedd b4 but damn i will top u all over agin and mabee u should top me too. ;) Every1 says i have 1 of the tightest hols they ever fucked. Maybe even tighter than urs :P
- Fukk gurl, i'm so horny at home rn strokin' mah huge hard dick.
There was a picture of his rather underwhelming penis that made Genesis roll his eyes.
- Yeh u wanna suk on that again? Call me babe. i need u xx
Genesis had no idea whether to reply or light his phone on fire. He settled on blocking him, only after screen capturing every message he received from Cloud. There were a lot of fucks that Genesis regretted, but this was the cream of the crop. Worst of all, the kid knew where he lived.
He got a new message, from some guy 2km away. 'Angel – 30'.
"Angel?" he raised a brow. Some camp ass queen I imagine…
- Hey there. How are you doing? Your profile sounds nice, I prefer Bianca Del Rio myself.
Genesis laughed. At least this queer knew his queens.
Nonsense. We all know Detox was robbed of her crown, TWICE. She's the creme de la creme of drag. (I'm alright thanks, how have you been? Cute name btw ;) ).
- Hahaha. Alright, alright, Detox wins. I'm not so bad myself. And thanks. It's not my real name, but close enough 'Gen'. ;)
Genesis smiled. This guy was likeable.
Gen is close to my real name, but not quite too.
He checked his profile, expecting another blonde twink but instead his jaw dropped. The guy not only had what looked like a really cut, broad chest under that sweater he was wearing, but fuck he had a face pic! All Genesis had was his ass and back! And damn was this guy gorgeous. Rugged, some facial hair, nice eyes.
His description was a kicker. 6' tall, 200 pounds. Gym and food are my life. I like Lana Del Rey. I'm not strictly masc4masc, I just prefer guys with really toned bodies.
Well at least he wasn't a racist. Genesis couldn't fault a man for having preferences.
Angel messaged back, You sound as nice as you look from behind, lol. Can I get a face pic? I promise I won't block you.
Genesis laughed. He heard that line before, Sure :D he said and sent him the best picture he had because damn this man was gorgeous! Only his finger slipped and rather than the erotic posed picture he had it was a candid taken by a friend of him drinking a mojito in his office with his glasses on.
SHIT!
Whoops! Sorry wrong photo! He said and quickly sent the right photo. His heart sank.
But the man messaged back, You're so cute. :) Coffee?
He was stunned. A date? Sure, when are you free?
- How's tonight?
He smiled, Is that really coffee then?
- How about a movie and then my place or yours?
Remembering how shit went down at his own place, and not having the time to tidy up after he fed CeeBee and shooed Cloud away…probably not his apartment.
Your place, if it's not too much of a trouble. :)
- Deal. I'll see you at 6 tonight outside the Grand Cinema. We can grab a quick bite before the movie.
Sounds wonderful. I'm looking forward to it.
They exchanged numbers and Genesis was feeling much better. Someone was interested in screwing him. That was great. Now all he had to do was remember not to get wasted and to use protection. He did well the past 10 years, so he should be fine.
"Genesis." Hollander called and Genesis followed him into his office.
They sat down and the doctor sighed, giving the redhead a minor heart attack. "Congratulations. You're all clear."
It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and Genesis slumped into his chair, "Thank goodness because he was absolute filth."
Hollander scribbled and slapped a prescription down in front of him, "Well here's a script for you."
Taking it he read the scrawl, "PEP. Guess I'll see you in 28 days then."
"No need really. But if it eases your mind then sure."
They exchanged thanks and goodbyes with plenty well-wishing as Genesis left the office. Leaving the clinic and getting into his car, he made a mental note: Don't fuck delivery boys.
