A/N: Yooooo! So yeah, it hasn't been that long since I've updated- (apologizes profusely to the readers of Devil's Suture)- but here I am. This fic is close to ending. I'd give it a chapter or two more and I'll be about done. I'm still feeling pretty inspired at the moment, so I may write another chapter today or tomorrow. If I don't update by then, you know that I got lazy and decided to sleep or something instead. Soooorrryyy... anyways, enjoy!
"You gotta stop," Adam was reminded again. This was probably the thirteenth time today, but Adam stopped counting after the fifth time.
"I'm trying," was his excuse. Amanda didn't buy it. She rolled her eyes, tapping information into the cash register.
"You've said that at least four times now," she insisted. "Think of a new excuse for zoning out."
"Do you want the real reason? Is that it?" Adam glared at her. "You asked for it. It's cause I keep imagining Lawrence's dick pounding into me over a-"
Adam cut off as someone cleared their throat, and his eyes quickly moved to the customer. Instantly, his entire face plunged into a bright red blush.
"Well, I wasn't quite expecting to hear that first thing in the morning, but I'm not complaining," Lawrence chuckled, fixing Adam with a bemused look. Amanda was hardly keeping herself standing, leaning over the counter and laughing hysterically. Adam was stammering on his words, feeling the entire world spin under his feet as blood rushed to his cheeks.
Oh, how he wished he could go back in time and slap himself.
"Classic!" Amanda blurted out, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "Aha… shit, my mascara is running… fuck you both," she sighed, grabbing her purse, "I'll be back… oh my god." She turned to the direction of the bathroom to fix her makeup.
Adam was staring at the floor, shrinking into himself. "Shut the fuck up," he snipped as soon as Lawrence breathed in to say something. Instead, he chuckled again, reaching over the counter to lift Adam's chin. Adam looked up confusedly, eyes shimmering from the embarrassing moment when he was suddenly pecked on the lips.
"You're really cute," Lawrence informed with their lips brushing still, and Adam pushed himself away, crossing his arms indignantly.
"It's Monday, so I'm assuming you want a fucking Almond Joy latte, 16 oz, you goddamn prick," Adam hissed, turning around and preparing the order without even waiting for an answer. Lawrence grinned, taking his usual seat and resting his face in his hand as he watched Adam flitter around the cafe, preparing his coffee. Amanda emerged from the bathroom, makeup no longer smudged, and she smirked at them briefly. Another customer came inside and she took his order, calling it to Adam, who whipped up the espresso while Lawrence's own drink was brewing.
By the time he received his drink, the cafe got busier, requiring both Adam and Amanda's work and attention. Lawrence briefly wondered if anyone else worked at the cafe, but was then reminded that Adam didn't work weekends, and the cafe was still open, so there must be others. He briefly saw other employees darting around Wednesday and Thursday mornings, so he assumed Adam and Amanda just had the most shifts together.
Bored thoughts like this drifted in and out of his mind as he drank down his latte. It was busy, as most Mondays were, and Amanda needed an extra set of hands, so Lawrence said his goodbyes and made his way to work, telling Adam he'd see him on their lunch break, as usual.
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"So," Adam said particularly loudly, and Lawrence fixed his attention fully on Adam, who was fiddling with his fingers. "It's been a while since you saved that kid's life."
Lawrence blanked. He saved kids often, but… "Um…" Lawrence was momentarily stuck.
"The… his name was Edgar or something," Adam scrunched his eyebrows and Lawrence suddenly remembered.
"Oh, Ethan," Lawrence recalled, "Ethan Hanover. The interview. Right." He nodded, "What about him?"
"My agent wants to do a follow-up on him," Adam explained. "Like, how he's doing now, recovered from the surgery and all, and they think it would be nice if we got some shots of you giving him a checkup or something. Does he come by for checkups or something?"
"Yeah," Lawrence nodded, "I mean, he's done with therapy, but he'll come back for a regular checkup probably in a week or so. Are you asking if you can film in my office?" Adam nodded. "Yeah, that's fine," Lawrence shrugged, "I'll let you know what day exactly. If anyone gives you a hard time, call me and I'll get you in."
"Thanks," Adam smiled a bit, and Lawrence felt his heart flip a little. He adored Adam's little sideways smile.
Almost as soon as it appeared, it was gone, and a macaroni noodle landed on Lawrence's shoulder. "The hell?" Lawrence flicked it off, noticing Adam's unamused stare and raised fork that must've just catapulted the macaroni moments before.
"You're doing it again," Adam mumbled, cheeks tinted a warm red, and Lawrence paused, tilting his head.
"Doing what?"
"Making the face," Adam insisted, continuing to eat his macaroni. "The gay face."
"Oh, excuse me," Lawrence smirked, "I wasn't the one screaming about ass-fucking this morning-," he dodged a second catapulted macaroni noodle, "-in front of everyone else."
"Fuck off," Adam mumbled, and Lawrence smiled again. He was probably making 'the gay face' but he didn't care- he really admired Adam the more he looked at his features, his mannerisms, his everything.
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Adam was making his way down the many hallways of the hospital half an hour early, clutching his camera bag close to his side as he passed nurses and doctors, janitors, patients and visitors. He turned a few more corners, a bit irritated that the next hallway looked exactly the same as the one he was just in and wondered why Lawrence decided to be here every day. He brushed the thought aside as he finally reached the office with an engraved name tag on the door, 'Dr. Lawrence Gordon.'
Adam thought of barging in and making a strange remark, but for all he knew, Lawrence could have someone else in there- his boss, a patient, whatnot, so Adam politely knocked instead.
"Come in," Lawrence's muffled voice called out, and Adam turned the handle, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Lawrence turned over his shoulder, smiling at Adam. "Hey there."
"Yo," Adam waved, "Where should I put this stuff?"
"Ah, over there is fine," Lawrence nodded to a bench by the window, and Adam walked over, placing his bag down and sighing. They had some time before Ethan and his parents would be there.
"Nice place you got here," Adam remarked, glancing around at the office. He noticed a few picture frames of him and his daughter, and with a bit of delight, he saw some pictures that Adam had taken himself. He noticed some gaps between the pictures and assumed they were once pictures of his wife. Instead there were some small potted plants.
"Ah, yeah, I suppose," Lawrence responded distractedly, typing a few last things before standing and stretching. "Sorry, I had to finish that report."
"It's fine," Adam shrugged, "So… how's it going?" Adam felt like asking why he was here half an hour early, since Lawrence seemed to have a very high position and was busy often. "I thought you had to like… teach the college students anatomy or whatever you talk about," Adam questioned.
"That's every other weekday," Lawrence stated, "I give lessons to the aspiring brain surgeons." He stepped closer to Adam. "It's been alright, a pretty slow day."
"That's… good, I guess," Adam said softly, eyes flicking up at Lawrence, noticing the way Lawrence had stepped closer. His heart thumped and he stared at Lawrence's face. "What's… um…" he trailed off, and Lawrence smirked a bit. Adam caught his eyes, noticing the familiar gleam and swallowing thickly. Heat began to thicken the air around them, and Adam's eyes widened. "Wait, hold on, don't tell me you're actually planning to-"
"Fuck you in my office?" Lawrence finished, making Adam's face blaze red. Lawrence stepped froward and Adam leaned back, heart fluttering as he was suddenly pressed against Lawrence's desk. "Cause I would like to."
"I-" Adam breathed shakily, suddenly jittery because holy shit this is really hot and I've only ever seen this shit in pornos, is this actually happening right now- "Won't… someone hear…" Adam's voice dwindled, and he tilted his head, noticing the way Lawrence was leaning in, shivering when his hands were placed on Adam's hips. His doubts faded away as their lips met, and Adam curved into Lawrence's body, a soft whimper leaking past his lips. He couldn't think straight, especially with how quickly he got hard. Lawrence's leg pushed its way in between Adam's, and Adam gasped, rutting against his thigh eagerly.
"Shit…" Adam hissed in between kisses, melting into Lawrence's hands and tugging at his tie, bringing him closer. He groaned when Lawrence began to pull off his flannel, arching to make the clothing fall off easier. He gasped when Lawrence's cool fingers brushed his sides, slipping under his t-shirt and sliding the shirt up until it was pulled off. Adam pushed himself closer to Lawrence once he was shirtless, desiring more heat, more friction, more Lawrence.
"Mmh," Lawrence groaned into his mouth, then pulled away and ran his hands down Adam's sides. Adam met his gaze, biting his lip and feeling the way Lawrence was moving his body, guiding it until Adam turned around completely. He leaned back, feeling Lawrence's erection through his clothes and purposefully rubbing his ass against it. Lawrence shuddered at the feeling, moving his hands down Adam's body and tugging Adam's jeans down. Blushing slightly, Adam allowed them to fall with his boxers, closing his eyes as Lawrence leaned down, kissing at Adam's neck and shoulder. He bit down, sucking harshly and making Adam gasp, covering his mouth with his hand before he cried out too loud. Through shimmering eyes, he gazed ahead of them, noticing the door.
"L-Larry," Adam whispered, "T-The door. It… it's not locked…" Lawrence grunted a bit, licking the mark he made, and Adam glanced down at him worriedly. "Shouldn't- Shouldn't you…"
"I will," Lawrence assured him, "Here." He reached into his briefcase, which was seated next to his desk, pulling out lube and a condom. "Start preparing yourself."
Cheeks burning, Adam took the lube and watched Lawrence as he stepped away, suddenly feeling a bit cold without Lawrence pressed to his back. Whining softly, Adam opened the bottle and put some lube on his fingers, lifting a knee and leaning on Lawrence's desk. He laid out on it, face-first, and reached behind him, pressing his fingers against his entrance experimentally. Lawrence locked the door, then turned, removing his coat and tossing it over his swivel chair. He stopped, watching Adam's face twist as he inserted a finger inside of himself. Lawrence licked his lips, heat settling between his legs hotter than before at the sight of Adam bent over his desk, fingering himself…
Adam's eyes shot up, looking at Lawrence desperately. "Get back over here," he whimpered, and Lawrence smirked a bit, walking back over and looking at Adam hungrily. He admired the way Adam looked with his fingers shoved inside of him, panting and heated… He leaned over Adam's body, kissing the back of his neck and breathing hotly over his ear as he moved his hand over Adam's own, guiding it, gripping Adam's hand and making him finger himself harder. Adam gasped, clenching his fist tighter and ducking his head in embarrassment, trying to silence his moans.
Lawrence licked and sucked on Adam's back, leaving marks as he slowly guided Adam's fingers in and out of himself. Adam shuddered and whimpered, panting softly and slowly losing control. He paused when Lawrence's hand disappeared, eyes flicking over and noticing how he grabbed the lube. Blushing more, Adam turned his eyes away once again, then felt Lawrence pulling his hand out of himself. Adam removed it, moving his arm away and gasping as Lawrence's own fingers were plunged inside of him.
"D-Doctor…" Adam gasped, instantly blushing and folding his arms in front of his face to hide it. Well… fuck, that… slipped out accidentally. It was certainly not part of the plan and Adam was about ready to crawl in a hole, but Lawrence pushed his fingers in deeper, brushing Adam's prostate almost right away. Adam chomped down on his lip, whining loudly and trembling as Lawrence leaned over him.
"You're being a very good patient…" Lawrence's raspy words heated Adam's ear, his lips brushing against the cartilage. Adam gasped again, breath fogging the glass on the desk's surface. His fingers twitched and brushed against the cool surface, and it was only when his body arched again did his flushed cock press against the glass. The cold sensation made Adam groan, tilting his head to glance at Lawrence desperately. Lawrence met his gaze, giving him a playful look before moving his fingers again, and Adam's mouth fell open, another moan falling out. Precum smeared on the desk below him, and he shivered, closing his jaw again and swallowing.
"P-please…" Adam begged softly, pressing back against Lawrence's fingers.
"Please what, now?" Lawrence teased, knowing what Adam desired, yet still wanting to hear it. Adam gripped his fingers in frustration, closing his eyes momentarily before looking at Lawrence from over his shoulder.
"Please fuck me, Doctor…" he breathed, and Lawrence's gaze darkened. Well, that must've worked, Adam thought with smug satisfaction, feeling victorious when he saw Lawrence's heated gaze. He smirked at this thought, and it only made Lawrence more determined to drown his senses with pleasure and make him unable to grin. Adam was up for the challenge, and he chewed his lip again as Lawrence opened the condom, tossing the wrapper in the wastebasket and rolling it onto himself. Adam spread his legs a bit wider, heart slamming his chest harder at the thought of being fucked over an office desk. Only in his wildest fantasies did he imagine this scenario, but it was truly happening now… Adam contained a stupid smile of excitement, and felt his breath hitch when Lawrence pressed himself against Adam's entrance. Anticipation ate at Adam's mind, making him whimper, and Lawrence huffed a little in amusement before pushing himself inside.
"Nnnh- fuck, yes, Doctor…" Adam sighed, loving the tingling sensation he felt while getting filled by Lawrence. "Yes…" He closed his eyes, simply feeling himself stretch, clutching at nothing as his fingers smudged the glass of the desk surface. Lawrence exhaled sharply, collecting himself as he pushed all the way into Adam, eyes blurring with pleasure as he watched himself sink into Adam. Lawrence's eyes trailed up Adam's body leisurely, drinking in the way Adam's back was arched, how Adam struggled to find stability against his desk, how his face was flushed red and his eyes were watching Lawrence hungrily.
It's too much… I love it… Adam thought desperately, heart pounding endlessly as he adjusted to Lawrence's size. Adam's chest rose and fell quickly, his length throbbing as it was pressed against the desk. He grit his teeth, a strained whimper building in his throat as Lawrence began to move.
"F-Fuh… La-… Larry… h-hah…" Adam panted, unable to think anymore as he squirmed and pressed back against Lawrence's length. "M-More, please…" he begged, letting out a soft sob as Lawrence suddenly thrust in harder and deeper, making white spark in the corners of his vision. Adam jerked slightly, craving more as Lawrence repeated the action. Lawrence reached out, gripping Adam's hair and pushing his head down against the desk, rolling his hips forward and driving himself deep into Adam. Adam gasped, saliva dripping out from his mouth onto the desk as he was held down firmly. His knee was slipping off the edge of the desk, but he hiked it up weakly, blushing when Lawrence placed his other hand under Adam's thigh and held it against the desk. Adam felt himself drowning in pleasure, fingertips scraping at the desk as he was fucked roughly over and over.
"L-Law-La— haghnn…!" Adam could hardly speak, his throat tight as he gasped, jerking and writhing under Lawrence's strong grip. Lawrence breathed heavily, lost in the feeling of being buried deep inside Adam. Heat surrounded every inch of him, and just watching Adam twitch and arch into his touch… it was indescribable. Lawrence hissed slightly, removing the hand from Adam's hair to yank his tie loose. He untied it with one shaking hand, continuously rocking his hips into Adam, and then leaned forward. He removed his other hand from Adam's thigh, taking the tie and wrapping it around Adam's head, stuffing the fabric in his mouth.
Adam's eyes widened as he was gagged, heart rate spiking and making his erection throb. Oh fuck, this is hot… he thought desperately, feeling himself get even more turned on as the tie was tightened around his head. He gazed up at Lawrence gingerly, inhaling through his nose as Lawrence continued to fuck him.
Lawrence's throat went dry at the sight, heat pulsating through his length as he pushed himself deeper into Adam, pressing onto his prostate. Adam cried out, but it was muffled by the tie, and the sound… Lawrence couldn't remember the last time he was so riled up.
Adam clamped his teeth down on the tie harshly as Lawrence pressed against his prostate again, this time harder and sharper. His guttural cries were partially silenced, merely soft sounds lost in the damp fabric. He squirmed again, arching and choking out Lawrence's name as he came, spilling out against the glass surface of the desk, tensing as the waves of pleasure washed through him during his climax. The tightening caused Lawrence to pause and gasp, and he rocked himself in and our a few more times, clenching Adam's waist as he came within Adam, shuddering in relief.
Adam lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily, and Lawrence did the same, leaning over Adam's body exhaustedly before reaching over and gently removing the tie from Adam's head. Adam moved his jaw around, licking his lips and peeking up at Lawrence as he pulled out of Adam.
Adam turned around stiffly, leaning against Lawrence's desk and gripping the edge tightly. He gazed at Lawrence with hooded eyes, watching as Lawrence removed the condom and dropped it into the wastebasket, then zippered up his pants and buckled his belt. Adam ran a hand through his hair, sighing deeply and smirking as Lawrence inspected his tie.
"Are you putting it back on?" Adam questioned, and Lawrence shrugged, adjusting it accordingly and tying it again. Adam's shoulders shook with laughter. He would take the shots during the checkup and grin when they appeared in the newspaper, thinking, Yeah, that tie was stuffed in my mouth ten minutes before as Dr. Gordon fucked me against his desk, but that was a detail that could be left out of public knowledge.
Lawrence smirked at him and stepped over to the mirror hanging in the office, fixing his hair with a few quick swipes. He tugged at his clothes a couple times and like that, he looked as if nothing occurred, despite a slight flush on his cheeks. Adam smiled a bit and pulled up his boxers and pants, grabbing his t-shirt and slipping it over his head. He then looked at the desk doubtfully.
"Uhm, what should we do about that…?" Adam gestured towards the stains on the desk, and Lawrence scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously.
"Ah, wait," Lawrence suddenly remembered, "I have wipes." He pulled open a drawer and took out a container of wet wipes, pulling some out and wiping down the desk. He then used some dry napkins to finish off, and the desk looked as orderly as before. The smell of the wet wipes was strong, but not strong enough to mask their former activities- Lawrence made sure to pump some hand sanitizer into the palm of his hand, and its crisp scent took over all others.
"Brilliant," Adam grinned, and stepped over, leaning up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Lawrence's lips. "That was sexy as hell, you know."
"Y-You liked the, uh," Lawrence stuttered, and Adam nodded before he could finish his question. Adam glanced down at his tie knowingly, mischief sparkling in his eyes just as a swift knock was delivered to the door.
"Dr. Gordon, the Hanover family is here," a woman's voice called out, and Adam held back laughter as he stepped away, grabbing his flannel and throwing it back on. Lawrence opened the door for them, smiling brightly.
"Welcome, it's good to see you!" Lawrence beamed, and the nurse gave the room a suspicious glance before walking away. Adam used all of his self control to keep from doubling over because holy shit she knows.
"This is Adam," Lawrence nodded to Adam, who waved casually. "He's going to take some pictures of the check-up today for the paper." Behind the Hanover parents and Ethan stood a woman, her hair tied back neatly.
"Oh, Sarah," Adam waved again, "Hey there." She smiled and waved back, and Lawrence looked at him questioningly. "Oh, right," Adam remembered he should probably explain who she was. "This is Ms. Sarah Goodman, my coworker, and she's gonna interview the Hanover parents for the paper as well as Law— uh, Dr. Gordon," he corrected himself quickly, feeling himself blush slightly when he said 'doctor.' Lawrence contained any teasing remarks and casually invited her inside.
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"Hey…" Adam paused as a hand gripped the back of his shirt when he was on his way out of the office, now that the interview and checkup were complete. Adam looked over his shoulder, eyes widening when Lawrence pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll see you later, okay?"
Adam couldn't help it. A smile spread across his cheeks and he nodded, then followed the others out of Lawrence's office.