AN: Some NSFW in this chapter. A little more graphic now. Just FYI. Still no where near what I usually write though.
Chapter Nine: Sneaking
"Pass me that clamp will you," Arthur asked politely. Alfred obliged and placed the instrument into Arthur's outstretched hand so it was perfectly ready for use. The normally grumpy surgeon nodded once and went back to the task at hand.
Alfred looked around the operating room and saw that behind their masks, everyone in the room looked a little taken aback. It was strange to hear the usually acidic doctor speaking to anyone in a polite tone of voice. Alfred hoped that no one would put two and two together…and if they did, he hoped they came up with seven and not four.
The rest of the surgery took most of the day, and Arthur was abnormally calm throughout the entire procedure. Even when a resident made a mistake and they had to stop a bleeder rather quickly, the surgeon remained patient and actually…nice. It was unnerving for the entire staff in the room. When Arthur finally scrubbed out and made his dictations, he told his students that he would be in his office if needed and actually said goodbye and thank you to both Alfred and Feliciano. The two nurses were somewhat confused and mumbled 'your welcomes' to Arthur's back as he exited the OR.
"Well, that was odd," the female resident said after Arthur was gone. "What's gotten into him?"
"I don't know," Feliciano said.
"Me either," Alfred smiled behind his surgical mask. He wasn't lying, he didn't know. But he could guess. He had gotten into Arthur. Every night that week. The young nurse smirked and remained quiet. Feliciano looked at him curiously.
"You're not going to tell me anything are you?" Feliciano cornered Alfred at lunch. The two friends had decided to take advantage of the strangely warm autumn day by eating outside in the patient's garden. There was a small fountain in the center and they placed their food on the benches around them and watched the water flow steadily.
"Tell you what?" Alfred asked as he chewed his turkey sandwich.
"About this man that you're seeing," Feliciano pressed. "I know you're seeing someone I just can't work out who."
"He's no one you know," Alfred lied. "I met him at a bar."
"Which bar?" Feliciano said quickly.
"The karaoke bar," Alfred came up with fast.
"I don't believe you," Feliciano said flatly. "You never talk to anyone there except the rest of our group."
"I went out there on a Wednesday a few weeks ago and met him," Alfred tap danced with his words. "He was really nice and hot and we went back to my place."
"Sounds made up," Feli stated after a moment.
Alfred sighed. "It's not. Besides," he countered. "You won't tell me about your boyfriend."
"I have nothing to say about that," Feliciano said primly.
Alfred nodded and chewed his sandwich, sticking his tongue out to lick mustard off the side of his mouth. "Is it cause you're seeing Dr. Beilschmidt?"
"Whatever gave you that idea?" Feliciano cried out, dropping his fork in the dirt. "Damn," the Italian man cursed as he looked down at the ground at his utensil.
Alfred handed him a spare fork from his lunch bag and Feli let out a grateful 'thank you,' before Alfred brought the subject up again. "You are seeing him aren't you?"
Feliciano looked at his friend with worried eyes. "Have people been saying that?"
"No," Alfred insisted. "At least not to me. But it's kind of obvious."
The young Italian nurse put his food down and placed his head in his hands. "We've been so careful," he moaned.
"So it is Dr. B then," Alfred waved his sandwich around triumphantly.
Feliciano nodded solemly. "But you can't tell anyone! It's a secret. We could get in trouble."
"Your secret is safe with me," Alfred insisted. "I'd never tell anyone."
"Thank you," Feli breathed out in relief. "It's nice to finally be able to talk to someone about it."
"I'll bet," Alfred nodded. "Keeping a secret like that is hard."
"You sound as though you're speaking from experience," Feliciano picked his food back up and began to eat again. "Are you sure you're dating some guy from the bar?"
"I'm sure," Alfred said firmly. "Besides, you know what they say about secrets."
"What?"
"That it's only a secret until someone knows," the American nurse pointed out. "After that, all bets are off. You can't trust anyone."
"I feel like I can trust you," Feliciano said after a moment.
"You can," Alfred said. "I would never tell anyone. I promise."
"Pinky swear," Feliciano held out his hand childishly. The two men grinned at each other as they linked pinkies and shook on it.
"Pinky swear," Alfred grinned.
The American felt better finally knowing for sure who his friend was secretly dating. It made him feel a little better about his own secret. But he stood firmly by what he had told Feli. If one person knew, then the secret could get out. And Alfred wasn't ready for that shit storm just yet. The two friends finished their lunch in silence watching the water of the fountain, each man lost in his own thoughts.
Arthur's back was pressed against the hard door of the on call room and Alfred's hands were pushed firmly down his scrub pants. The American's scrubs were around his ankles and he was insistently pressing his hardened cock against Arthur's hipbone. The surgeon gasped as Alfred's mouth found the pulse point on his neck.
"Don't leave a mark, you twat," he insisted in a breathy voice.
"Can I leave one lower down?" Alfred chucked against Arthur's heated skin.
"Just get on with it," Arthur pressed, moving his hips against Alfred's hardened prick.
The two men made their way to the bed of the on call room and fell onto the bed. They tangled together and Arthur rolled their bodies so that he was on top. He straddled Alfred, and ripped his scrub top off. They had just finished a surgery together and Arthur couldn't concentrate the entire time. It was pure dumb luck that he had been given a competent resident that day so that he didn't have to pay too much attention to the surgery. He spent most of the case watching Alfred. The boy was precise and did his job with a certain pride. It made Arthur's heart ache. All he had thought about the entire time was this moment that he was finally experiencing.
"Is the door locked?" Arthur asked as he dropped his scrub top on the floor of the room.
"Yeah," Alfred breathed heavily. "I made sure of it."
"Good," Arthur said firmly. "Now fuck me."
"With pleasure."
Alfred struggled with the lube and condom as he watched Arthur undo his scrub pants with wide eyes. "You're so amazing Arthur."
"You better believe it," the English doctor said gruffly.
Once Alfred was all dressed up in a condom and slicked up, Arthur lowered himself down onto Alfred's dick, letting the hard cock burn as it entered him. They rocked together in a sloppy rhythm. It was fast and hot and so illicit. Arthur couldn't believe they were actually doing this on hospital property. He had waited until the end of Alfred's day before sending the text to meet him in a specific call room after Alfred was done with work. The young nurse didn't even waste time changing into his street clothes before meeting his lover.
Arthur bounced down onto Alfred once more before crying out with his release and spraying Alfred's chest with his cum. His asshole clenched around his lover's prick as he came which caused Alfred to finish deep within him. They lay together panting for a moment before they finally came to their senses.
Arthur quickly stood and began to pull his scrubs back on, sneaking glances at Alfred as the nurse did the same. They dressed in a hurry and gave each other a soft kiss before Arthur reached out for the door handle.
"Wait a few moments after I leave, love," he inisisted.
"Sure," Alfred nodded casually, but his cheeks brightened at the pet name.
Arthur leaned in for one last kiss before leaving the on call room and shutting the door behind him. Alfred waited five minutes before rubbing his palms together and following him out of the door. Alfred made his way to the locker room to change and go home. He felt like he was walking on air.
They spent their week sneaking glances and occasional trysts in on call rooms, and deserted supply closets. There were a few close calls, but so far, no one seemed to notice the burgeoning romance between the operating rooms most horrific doctor and his dedicated scrub nurse. Alfred and Arthur could only hold their breaths and hope that their secret remained safe. It was nerve wracking and sexy and neither man could get enough.
Arthur sent Alfred a text message asking if he wanted to get together that night after work and Alfred eagerly responded. 'Let's meet at your place this time. Text me the address.' Arthur sent one afternoon. Alfred responded with the speed of light and made sure that Arthur would be able to find his place easily.
After work, the American rushed home and cleaned up his space as best as he could. He fed Hero and patted the cat between his pointed ears, chuckling as he thought of how Arthur was going to take his modest abode. He knew that the surgeon said he wasn't with Alfred for how his house looked, but Alfred was still somewhat embarrassed by his apartment especially after seeing Arthur's lovely condo.
Seven o'clock came and went and Alfred began to get a little nervous. Arthur was usually never late, and he had said he'd be there at seven. Alfred patted Hero and the cat's soft fur managed to soothe his nerves slightly. At fifteen after there came a knock at his door. Alfred stood up from the couch and went to answer.
Arthur stood in the hallway of his apartment building, looking sheepish and giving the American a small smile. "Sorry I'm late," he said. "Traffic."
"No problem, come on in," Alfred gestured into his living room. He was glad he had had the time to straighten the place up. Arthur's eyes were darting around, taking in all the décor in the young nurse's space.
"You have a nice place," Arthur said finally.
"It works for now," Alfred agreed. "It's the right price and they allow pets, so that's all I really care about."
"You have a pet?" Arthur looked somewhat nervous.
"Yup," Alfred gestured at the couch where his large cat, Hero sat curled up on the cushions. "That's Hero. He's my baby."
"Oh," Arthur seemed surprised. "A cat. I actually thought of you more as a dog person."
"I love both. I can't choose between cats and dogs actually," Alfred admitted. "But I'm not home that often so it works out better having a cat. He's practically like a dog anyway," Alfred chuckled. "Always following me around the place and begging for treats."
"May I pet him?" Arthur asked tentatively.
"Sure," Alfred nodded. "He loves being touched."
Arthur made his way to the couch and bent down the stroke the large cat. "You're a sweetheart aren't you?" Hero purred loudly and Alfred stepped back a bit to admire the look of Arthur's butt in his trousers as he bent over. It was a glorious sight.
"You want anything to drink?" Alfred offered.
Arthur straightened and looked at his lover. "I wouldn't mind something. What do you have?"
"Mostly beer, but I do have a bottle of rum from a party my brother had a few months ago."
"Your brother Matthew, yes?"
"Yeah," Alfred nodded. "He's an EMT at the hospital."
"I know," Arthur said. "I've worked with him a few times when he brings people into the ER. He's very competent."
"Must run in the family then," Alfred joked as he reached into a cupboard and pulled out the half-drunk bottle of rum.
"It must," Arthur agreed quietly. "You know Alfred," he said as he watched Alfred pour the rum into a small glass. "You're very good at your job you know."
"I know," Alfred replied. "I just wish that everyone could see it."
"I'm sure they do," Arthur accepted the proffered drink and took a sip.
"You don't," Alfred said softly. "You're always mad at me. Not this week though. That was weird. I think everyone noticed."
Arthur nodded and swallowed the burning rum. "I slipped up," he admitted. "I do think you're an excellent scrub nurse though. I just…I'm just harsh with everyone."
"Yeah," Alfred said. "I'd heard that when I started working there. Everyone is terrified of working with you."
Arthur chuckled and smiled wide. "I do like to inspire terror." He took another sip of rum and felt grateful at the burn as it slid down his throat. Liquid courage was the best kind. And despite having been 'seeing' Alfred for a few weeks, Arthur found himself still nervous around the boy. He wanted so much to grab Alfred's hand and proclaim to the world that the sexy nurse was his and his alone. It took everything in him to hold back. "I'll have to try better to not show my affection for you. Will it bother you if I go back to my old ways?"
"Nah," Alfred shook his head. "I actually kind of like bantering with you. It's hot."
Arthur laughed genuinely at that. "Good to know."
They both set down their drinks and stepped toward one another. Alfred slid his hands around Arthur's waist and leaned down to press a kiss to Arthur's lips. The Englishman parted his mouth and pulled Alfred into a truly hot and steamy kiss. They played with one another for a moment until they were both moaning and starting to get hard.
"Want to show me your bedroom?" Arthur said cheekily.
"I'd love nothing more than that," Alfred smiled and kissed Arthur again. He pulled the English doctor down the short hallway and into his room shutting the door behind them. They spent the night in the throes of passion and Alfred fell asleep that night with his arms around Arthur Kirkland and he was perfectly content.
