"Up here?" he asked, his hands moving up his leg.
James nodded, his growing erection pressing against the chart in his lap. He desperately wanted Logan to touch him, have those strong hands exactly where he wanted them. He wanted those pink, pouting lips around his length, sucking him hard. He wanted to see his come drip from the corners of those perfect lips as he tried to swallow it all.
"So, your girlfriend must feel safe with a doctor around." he blurted out, instantly regretting it.
Logan half-smiled. "No, I don't have a girlfriend. I'm single after my most recent… partner broke up with me."
Partner? Not girlfriend? Single.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Logan." James tried to keep back a smile, hand coming up and patting his doctor's shoulder, biting his lip when he leaned into the gesture.
"Thank you, but don't be sorry." he smiled, feeling along James' inner thigh.
James' hand tightened and his head rolled back, Logan's fingertips touching to his balls. "Oh, god."
"Does it hurt up there, too?"
"Y-Yeah."
Logan smirked. "James, what you want from me is very unprofessional."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." he bit his lip, chancing a glance at his doctor.
"You don't?"
Logan moved his hand up, holding James' member firm in his hand. The football player groaned, hips bucking up into the warm hand.
"O-Okay, maybe I-I do."
"Maybe?" Logan asked, making his hand squeeze.
"I-I do, Logan. O-Oh, god. I do." James whimpered, rocking his hips, hand gripping his doctor's shoulder, bottom lip clenched between his teeth.
"This is what you want from me, James? You want me to touch you like this?" he whispered, rubbing his patient through his football pants, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, face distorted in pure pleasure.
"Yes, yes. Logan, oh fuck." James gasped, feeling his orgasm creep up on him, heat pooling in his lower abdomen.
Logan leaned in quickly, smashing their lips together as James came, muffling the cry he let out. He worked him through it, stopping his hand when his patient started whimpering from being too sensitive.
Their lips were slow as they kissed, tongues touching and sliding, teeth nibbling at plush lips. As they broke apart, Logan moved his hand away.
"You pulled a muscle in your leg. I suggest bed rest and not too much walking on it. Got it?" Logan said quietly, licking his lips, tasting James still on them.
James nodded and smiled. "Of course, doctor."
Doctor Mitchell smirked, a lopsided pull of the lips, that made James want to do it all over again, and more.
"And I have a physical in a few weeks… Would you do it?"