It'd been ten days since the hole in his side was sewed up. Ten days in which Andy had moved in with a gay doctor, been abandoned by his brother, become friends with a straight doctor, and had felt more content then he had in a long time. They were ten days that he initially thought would drag on forever and now that they were over he was sorry. It felt like an ending, one that Andy wasn't ready for. He was going to be lost without Nate. He had an idea that the doc was gonna lose interest in him once he was no longer a patient and he didn't want that to happen. Truth be told he'd miss the nosy bastard. Nate hadn't told him to go, but Andy knew he had to leave, his life had been kinda in limbo and he needed to get on with it. Andy sat there, dreading the inevitable, and then it happened.
"Come over here so I can take a look," Nate called to him from beside the big bed. Andy took a deep breath and got up, this would be the last time Nate needed to touch him, and wasn't lost on Andy how perverted he was for being disappointed at the prospect. He lay down and pulled his shirt up.
"How does it feel?" Nate questioned him, as he felt around the wound. Like I don't want it to end, I'm not ready to leave you.
"Like it's healed," Andy said, unable to keep the moody tone out his voice. He was cranky at his traitorous body, why'd it have to go and heal so well?
"These are certainly ready to come out." Nate reached towards his bag and Andy reacted before he thought. His hand darted out and grabbed the doctors. Nate looked up at him then, his brows furrowed in a questioning way. What could Andy say?
"You sure they don't need one more day?" Don't let it end. Nate looked torn, Andy dared to hope.
"They...really do need to come out." Those words should've killed that hope, but Nate didn't move, didn't reach for his bag, didn't pull his hand from Andy's. Fuck this. Take it, there's no reason why you can't, you're losing him anyway. Andy sat up suddenly. He framed Nate's face in his hands and searched his eyes for a sign to stop, and finding none he brought their mouths together, finally tasting those sweet lips. It was good, so good, better than he'd ever imagined, and he wanted more. He deepened the kiss and Nate went with him, as eager as Andy for this it seemed. The spark between them flared to life, the fire building quickly. Andy's hand found the bottom of Nate's shirt, he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, finally getting his chance to feel the other man for a change. He felt Nate's hands grip his upper arms, pushing gently, but if he was trying to get rid of Andy he wasn't trying very hard. Andy wanted to push Nate down, climb on top of him, taste every part of him. He could start that now. He moved his mouth to Nate's neck, and had barely begun to explore this new skin when Nate managed to shove him back and break their contact.
"Easy there tiger," the doctor panted, "you'll pull a stitch."
"So?" Andy demanded, barely able to think past the way Nate's face was flushed with colour or the breathy way he spoke, "you're a doctor aren't ya? Besides, you said they're ready to come out." God it was driving Andy wild to see the doctor's usually perfect composure not so perfect now.
"I did," Nate grinned, "but I had something a little more clinical in mind."
"Doesn't sound anywhere near as fun as my way."
"No, it doesn't," Nate agreed and then he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Andy's mouth. "Now lay back."
"No, it doesn't seem fair."
"Really? Have something in mind?"
"You've seen plenty of me, I think I should at least have something to look at while you're unpicking your handiwork." The doctor pulled his shirt off.
"That do?" Andy nodded, words escaping him as he marveled at the sculpted body before him. And then a random thought popped into his head.
"Wait, aren't you straight?" It was kinda a ridiculous question considering the situation they'd found themselves in and that Andy had kissed the doctor while under that impression, but he asked it anyway.
"Why, whatever gave you that idea Mr. Barrett?"
"You and Ricky. You've got the hots for her don't ya?"
"Hmm, I can see how you might've got that impression," Nate said playfully, eyes sparkling with delight. "Jealous were you?"
"You bastard," Andy said, realising that Nate's flirtations with Ricky had been purely for his benefit.
"What? I was running out of ideas to make you notice me."
"So you were flirting, I've been driving myself crazy with this. Why the hell didn't you just say something?"
"Seriously? I thought I'd made it pretty obvious. Besides, something tells me if I'd made a move you would've run for the hills, am I right?"
"Well I wouldn't say you're wrong..." Andy admitted a little sheepishly. To that the doctor smiled.
"Now lie down and let me work." Andy did as he was told, thoroughly enjoying the view while Nate made quick work of removing the stitches. He tugged the last one free and set the blade aside. "There," Nate said, and before Andy could thank him he'd leaned down and pressed his lips just to the right of the scar, "all better." Andy's skin tingled pleasantly with the touch and when Nate looked up at Andy, his mouth only inches from his body, Andy could barely breathe. He'd finally found someone worth taking the plunge for, he wasn't going to pretend anymore. He reached down and rested his hand on Nate's cheek.
"You know, I suddenly feel sore all over." Nate gave him a knowing smile and began to push Andy's shirt higher, Andy leaned forward so they could get rid of the shirt completely.
"Where does it hurt the most?"
"Here," Andy said, resting his fingertip on his mouth.
"Better get to work then," Nate said, dropping soft kisses on Andy's stomach and chest as he worked his way towards Andy's aching mouth.
AN: So that's it for this story, hope y'all enjoyed this random idea. Thanks to everyone for reading and especially to those who took the time to review. And special thanks to lycanus1, this is another story that never would've been finished without your support, so thanks heaps buddy! :D
