Chapter 3

A/N- This is maybe the last chapter. Read the end note for more info.

Also there's backstory from each of the doctors in this chapter, half of which is easily found with a google search and the other half I made up


Since they were back on Sorna, Henry took his usual morning jog route, happy to see the Indos coming over to greet him as usual. He had wanted to touch them many times since they grew up, but they were far from as 'tame' as the Rexes. He continued on.

Once again upon coming back to the research center, Henry noticed a light. He went straight to the common area and there was Ian, silk robe open and boxers on. He was leaning against a wall and sipping coffee, entirely at ease and smirking once Henry came in.

"Looking good as always, Henry. That outfit really, uh, really hugs those abs of yours, huh."

Henry hesitated. He wanted to respond and that had been his first inclination, but that would just make things more awkward for him than they already were.

"Are you ready for the last secret today?" he asked instead.

"Oh, ah, yes. Can't wait to see what-" Ian cut himself off. Henry had an idea that he was probably going to say something about chaos, but stopped himself. "-what, uh, interesting things you've been working on."

"Meet me outside when you're ready." Henry could feel the coldness in his voice and turned away quickly. He was worried about what Ian would say about his project, he was frustrated and confused with the days of nonstop flirting. What was he supposed to feel? He had felt nothing for so long, but now someone was paying attention to him, and not just for his brain. Henry knew this. Was he so deprived that he was falling for Ian's charms and good looks so easily?

Wait, he was falling for him?!

That couldn't be right. But he hadn't shut down the flirting and demanded that they remain professional. Maybe he was just deprived and any real human emotions sent his way he lapped up. Ian treated everyone pretty much the same, but they had been spending so much time together. That had to mean something, right?

Was Henry really that pathetic?

On the helicopter ride the noise of the machine couldn't drown out Henry's thoughts. Something was going to have to happen soon, and he didn't know what. He felt like he was losing control, but of what even? Losing control of his thoughts? Of whatever it was that he and Ian had? Friendship? Was that what this was? Or more specifically, someone he actually enjoyed the company of and wanted to be around?

Ian was leaving soon, though.

That thought stirred uncomfortable, long forgotten feelings deep inside.

This island was small and the facilities on it were limited. Only one paddock sat among the trees and one research facility.

"Okay, this is like a really, uh, actual secret facility," Ian said once they'd disembarked, a note of concern in his voice.

"Consider yourself lucky. As I said, very few people ever step foot here." Henry lead them into the research facility, where a total of three other scientists were gathered around a single table. They all looked up when Henry and Ian came in, excitement and fear on their faces.

"D-Dr. Wu! We weren't expecting you for another twelve days!"

"Dr. Malcolm! It's a pleasure-"

"The research has been going well!"

Henry held up a hand and they all fell silent. "I am aware. You can have the rest of the day off. I am showing Dr. Malcolm around myself."

The scientists looked at each other with wide eyes before nodding and scurrying away.

"Mmm, you want me all alone, Henry? You could have just asked," Ian said in his usual playful tone. Henry closed his eyes and breathed deep. Just breathe.

"This facility is working on the next evolution of how our dinosaurs are raised. As of now we only have female dinosaurs in the park," Henry said as they walked slowly through the lab. He could feel Ian thinking beside him. "We've taken out all DNA that could possibly allow them to change genders."

"Uh Henry, I don't like where this is going."

"Just listen," Henry said. He stopped at a glass enclosed room that was dark. It had a single terminal in the center. Henry opened the door and went inside, Ian following. He closed the door behind them and stepped up to the terminal. His fingers worked over keys and swiftly a floating display lit up along the glass walls. Henry brought up various charts, pictures, and strings of data.

"What we are working on is this; I have had a suspicion for a long time that introducing male animals into the park could help with producing animals with naturally boosted immune systems."

Ian was silent, but he was looking around at the data and frowning deeply. Henry continued.

"We have done a few test runs in producing male animals, just small herbivorous dinosaurs to start out with." Henry had been expecting some sort of outburst by now, but Ian was still looking and frowning.

"We watch the pairings carefully to ensure that no dinosaurs are harmed and that they actually do it right. It's interesting to see which species are actually matriarchal when males are introduced." Now Henry was getting a bit worried at Ian's silence; he was going to build up to a large outburst now.

"I was correct in my assumption and we have had successful trials. The young from these experiments have all had stronger immune systems and benefit greatly from the close bonds they form with their parents, becoming much more tame."

The silence was deafening.

"You-ah. You, mmm. Henry," Ian turned to the shorter doctor and placed his large hands on his shoulders. His expression was grim. "You are inviting CHAOS with everything you just said. Do you even remember Isla Sorna from before?!"

Henry forcefully shoved Ian's hands away and turned off the displays. "I am NOT. I am in perfect control of this. I have been in control of everything on these islands for years. There have been very few incidents, and nothing like what has happened before." Henry had to move. He stormed out of the room and began pacing around the facility. Ian followed, his longer steps easily catching him up.

"No, Henry, you're not in control of anything! Splicing genes and making new dinosaurs was one thing, and yes, I will admit that it's controlled in the lab now. There is no way to predict what dinosaurs who can fuck will do. It was disastrous on Isla Sorna! I was there! How do you know for a fact that something won't go wrong? These are dinosaurs and cannot be reasonably expected to live in any sort of constructed world we come up for them-"

Henry stopped suddenly and whirled around, causing Ian to almost run into him. Henry shoved him back and glared up at him.

"That's what this island is for! We have been carefully studying this and we terminate any experiment that even starts to veer away from what we want!" Henry was practically shouting by now.

"You can't control everything Henry! Something will get out of control and we will have another Jurassic Park or Jurassic World or San Diego incident on our hands! People will die!"

Something snapped inside the geneticist. The constant arguing, the hurt he felt now that Ian was stomping all over his most precious of secrets, the damn sexual tension between them all this time-

"I AM IN CONTROL," he shouted, and shoved Ian with all his might. The taller doctor went reeling back, surprised, and collided with a table. His momentum carried him onto the table, scattering everything on it. Glass instruments and tubes went flying everywhere, breaking on the ground. Henry pounced, shoving Ian down and laying him more fully out onto the surface. Ian's legs kicked up and Henry slid between them. Anger fueling him, Henry pressed down on Ian's chest as the older male tried to get up. Henry pinned him there. Ian retaliated by clamping his legs around Henry. They glared at each other. Henry leaned down until their faces were inches apart.

"I am in control," he whispered. A second, a moment, an eternity of heaving breathing.

Henry kissed Ian.

There wasn't even a second of hesitation; Ian kissed back fiercely, clamping his legs even tighter around the smaller doctor. They pulled back for a second before diving right back in, Ian's glasses getting knocked off in the process. Henry felt one of Ian's hands raise and mess his hair up. Usually Henry's appearance was impeccable, but he wasn't thinking about that right now. All he could think about was the doctor below him.

"Come on, fuck me," Ian said, breathless. Henry stood up a little, but he couldn't get very far because of Ian's legs.

"Fuck me on this goddamn table right now," Ian demanded. Although there was a mischievous glint in his eye, he looked completely serious. Henry froze, the words dancing into his brain.

Fuck Ian?!

The anger that had built up instantly turned into carnal desire. He would.

Henry nodded and they both started to rip their clothes off, not able to do it fast enough. Ian loosened his death grip around Henry's middle just long enough for the smaller doctor to tug his pants off. Ian's cock was revealed and Henry bit his bottom lip.

"Oh god, that expression Henry. I knew you could make more than one!" Ian said playfully.

"What expression?" Henry asked innocently. Truthfully he didn't really know what he looked like at the moment; his appearance and expressions hadn't changed much for years.

"Ugh, your tight little body is getting me so hot," Ian moaned instead of answering, leaning back and rubbing at his own nipples. Henry blushed. He supposed he did take good care of himself? Ian squirming under him and the hardening of his dick was getting Henry hard as well. He glanced around the table and tapped Ian's stomach. The larger male looked at him with narrowed eyes, licking his lips.

"Grab that bottle there. The green one," Henry said, pointing to one of the few remaining items on the table. Ian turned his head and saw a radioactive green looking tube. He raised his brows.

"It's just petroleum jelly," Henry said.

Ian reached for it, grabbing it and bringing it in front of his face for closer inspection. "This? Radioactive petroleum jelly?!"

Henry chucked, taking the tube and opening the lid. "No. Just regular. It's actually the lights in here that make it this color," he said, science brain kicking in for a second. He looked up at the array of light fixtures, most of which looked to be phosphorescent or some form of black light. Ian chuckled as well.

"I can get kinky, but I would have had to take my leave at 'radioactive lube'."

For some reason that made Henry laugh out loud, something he hadn't done in years.

"Oh my goodddddd, you have the cutest laugh. FUCK ME NOW," Ian moaned, thrusting his hips at Henry. The younger doctor placed a hand on one of those hips, steadying him. He stuck a couple of fingers into the green stuff and pulled them out, his attention now focused between Ian's legs. He leaned back a little to give himself some room to work, and his now hard dick poked out from beneath the table.

"Oh, ah, look at that. And they say Asian dudes are small."

Henry snapped his head up and glared, the anger from before swirling into him for a second. "That's racist." Ian's eyes brows rose, but then Henry smiled.

"Just kidding. Here we go," the geneticist said, attention back down to what was in front of him. He slid a finger up against Ian, swirling it around the outside before pressing in.

"Oooaaahhh," Ian breathed. Henry felt his cock throb. He was going to have to get in there soon. When was the last time he'd had sex? When was the last time he'd even masturbated? It was something he hadn't done in years, actually. Dinosaurs just took up all of his time.

Reaching his finger in deep, Henry subsequently pulled it out slowly. He pushed it back in and took it out, in and out. He added a second finger, reaching for Ian's prostate with each push. No such luck, though. Although his dick might be a good size, his hands were not.

"Fuck, Henry, I'm ready. I need you in me now," Ian moaned after a few moments. Henry slid his fingers out.

"Are you sure? You saw how big I am."

Ian propped himself up on his elbows, looking over his hard, throbbing cock at the shorter doctor. "Not my first rodeo. Please." Ian's face took on a pleading look to compliment the word, and Henry nodded. He lubed up his cock, which he realized was going to glow the whole time now. That almost made him chuckle again.

Thankfully the table was low enough that he could reach without too much fiddling around. He pulled at Ian's hips and the older male happily scooted down, lifting his legs up and putting them on Henry's shoulders. He was much more... open like this and so Henry took the base of his cock and pressed it against Ian's entrance.

Ian nodded, biting his lip and breathing heavily. Henry pushed in slowly.

"Ahhhh, fuck," Henry exhaled, closing his eyes. When was the last time he'd let himself enjoy anything?

"Henry, stop being so sexy. I'm going to fucking cum all over myself already." Henry looked up, but Ian was arching his back, a hand over his face.

"I would love to see you cum without any stimulation to your cock," Henry said, voice low.

"O-oh f-fuck, Henry," Ian moaned and gasped. His cock twitched a few times, but he managed to hold himself in check. Henry would see about that. Putting his hands on the table on either side of Ian's ass, Henry started to move his hips. He went slowly, enjoying the feeling of being in control and seeing Ian so out of control. He alternated between watching Ian's cock bob with his thrusts and looking up at his handsome face, gauging his reactions.

"Mnnn, Henry," Ian panted after a few moments of the slow pace. Henry looked up and they locked eyes.

"Destroy me. Fuck me hard," Ian demanded, voice commanding and low. Henry stifled a moan as he let his hips pick up the pace. Ian's thighs started to twitch as Henry's cock went deeper, seeking that spot that would have him moaning louder. Henry measured out the pace of his hips after a moment, slowly increasing the speed and forward thrust. Ian indeed started to moan louder, moving his hips and thighs in rhythm with Henry's.

"Faster, harder." Ian's voice was strained and his dick looked ready to blow at any moment. Henry dug his fingers into Ian's hips and thrust.

"Ahhhuuuunnh!"

That had done it. Ian clamped down around Henry and cum cascaded all over his tanned stomach and chest. The older doctor didn't let up and forced Henry to orgasm as well, cumming deep inside him.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Henry cried. He panted as he felt spurt after spurt leave him, the pleasure clouding his mind for a moment.

"Fuuuuck," was all Ian could respond with.

It took a minute for the pleasure to subside enough for Henry to regain himself, and when he did Ian was propped up on his elbows, grinning at him.

"Can I guess that you haven't had sex for a long time?"

Henry cleared his throat. "It wasn't good?"

Ian snorted. "Quite the contrary. You just uh, came a lot."

Henry looked down to where his dick was still in Ian and saw that he'd made a huge mess. Radioactive green cum was squishing its way out around his cock, which he slid out slowly. Everything was green and glowing looking. He blushed.

"I may not have for a—um... while." Henry turned around to look for something to clean up with and bent down.

"OH FUCK, Henry!"

The geneticist swirled around in alarm, but Ian was just rubbing his nipples again.

"Dayum, girl, where you been hiding all that booty?" The accent that Ian did caused Henry to blink at him in confusion for a second before realizing that he must have been referencing popular culture.

"What?"

"Your perfect round ass. I need to fuck it."

Henry blushed a deeper shade of red and glanced at the ground... What...?

"Don't tell me that you've never taken it?" Ian sat up, ignoring the green cum everywhere. Henry cleared his throat again and put his hands in front of himself.

"N-no. This was the fourth time I've ever had sex. And first time with another man."

The silence dragged on for so long this time that Henry forced himself to look up. Ian's brows were all the way up.

"And you fucked the shit out of me," Ian said, chuckling. He gestured for Henry to come closer. The younger male did so cautiously. Any control or confidence he felt was gone now. Ian wrapped his arms around Henry, pressing them together. Henry's face was now against his chest.

"You are now my little sexy Asian-"

"Chinese-American," Henry corrected automatically to Ian's pecs.

"-Chinese-American lover and I am going to give you a good fucking." The vibrations of Ian's voice rumbled through Henry. He looked up with a bit of worry on his face. His own ass, being fucked? It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it before. It was just that his parents had been super controlling, stereotypical Asian parents. And he was always busy.

"Henry, it doesn't have to be today. But I am leaving in two days," Ian said, voice soft now.

That sent a jolt through Henry and he stiffened. That something deep and hidden in his brain had been suddenly tapped into. Ian was leaving him. They'd just had sex, though. That meant a lot to Henry, even if it didn't mean as much to Ian. Henry didn't just have sex with someone, obviously.

"Henry." The geneticist looked up again, his heart racing. Ian cupped Henry's cheeks and leaned the long way down to kiss him. A second later Henry felt Ian leaning backwards and he wasn't done kissing, so he leaned forward. Then Ian leaned back again and Henry had to climb up onto the table and in the next instant he was lying on Ian with long, strong arms holding him. He could feel the press of Ian's dick somewhere along his leg.

"I'm sorry. I just, hmmm, have a hard time with people leaving," Henry said, staring off into space. Ian could probably read him quite easily at the moment.

"Hey, it's not for two days. And I'll come back."

Henry sighed heavily. Disappointment was already settling in.

"I'm beginning to see where a lot of how you are has come from."

Henry frowned, narrowing his eyes. "You do? How?"

"Henry, my darling, you have abandonment issues. So you just don't get close to anyone."

That made sense. Henry hated that it made sense. Of course it made sense. He was just angry that Ian had pointed out something so obvious.

"I suppose you're right," he admitted.

"Listen, Henry. Sex with you has made me realize that I want to be with you. All the flirting I've been doing... I wasn't expecting much, or anything really. But the more time I spent with you, the more I realized that I wanted you. And not just to fuck. These past few days have been the most, ah, stimulating and intense I've had for a while. There's just something about you, Dr. Wu."

Henry took in those words and played them around in his mind. Ian wanted to be with him, voluntarily?

"You do?" he asked, skeptical.

"I do. None of my other relationships have ever, uh, felt like this, Henry. Maybe it's your brain, maybe it's those thoughts in there, the creativity along with the science, maybe it's cause you're my little Chinese-American snacc-"

"Snacc?!" What was that word supposed to mean in this context?!

Ian cracked a smile. "Yes. You're a whole ass snacc-"

"Do you consume young people's media regularly?!"

"Hey, gotta stay just up to date enough that everyone still thinks I'm worthwhile."

Henry just shook his head, a small smile on his lips. He ignored compliments to his physical appearance as a rule, but soaked in any to his intellect. Maybe, just maybe he could take some compliments from Ian. He exhaled deeply. Was this going too fast, though?

"And you will be with just me?" Henry could barely handle a relationship as it was, so if Ian was going to fuck around he needed to know now. Henry was well aware of how many wives Ian had had; there was no telling how many other relationships had been going on before, during or after those marriages.

"Yes, just you Henry. You fulfill me intellectually and uh, physically," Ian said, wiggling his brows. Henry pursed his lips to stop his smile. Was this really happening? This was so much faster than anything in the relationship department had ever happened to him before.

"I'm probably going to be very attached to you until you leave," Henry admitted, reading his own feelings. No one else had ever made him want to spend time with them, not like Ian. Even if he was infuriating most of the time. Admittedly, now that he was thinking about it, he had wanted to spend the past week with Ian, even if just for the mental stimulation. It had been rough ignoring all the looks and flutters of his heart whenever Ian looked at him like that.

"When I go, I'll uh, voice chat you everyday for like two hours like we're in high school. I may tell you to show me your dick or ass."

Henry snorted. "Just don't call me when I'm working then." Wait, what? Had he just agreed to that?! He was always so methodical that all of this happening so fast was getting him a bit dizzy.

Ian's smile turned into a smirk. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't. Maybe I'll call you right in the middle of the day, hoping that you're educating some young upstart who has questioned your methods for the last time. You'll recognize my ring tone and want to pick up, and in a power move you shush the upstart with a finger while you take the phone out of your pocket. It's me, of course, but I'm naked and moaning your name already-"

"Ian!" Henry barked, though he was flushing deeply. He could feel his cock wanting to take notice of the words, and he could feel Ian's wanting to do the same.

"Just, just slow down a little. I know you've been with a lot of people, but I've been with two my whole life," Henry said. The whole day and all the emotions that had run him through were starting to catch up to him. He wasn't old, but he wasn't that young anymore, either. Ian was even older, so he had no idea how he kept up with all the energy all the time. Ian's face softened.

"I know, I know. Wait, two?!"

"Can you stop being surprised by my lack of love life for one minute? Come on, let's clean up and get some clothes on at the very least," Henry said, giving a shiver for emphasis. Science labs were cold. They hurried to clean the green radioactive mix of liquids and discovered that some of something had gotten on at least one piece of each of their clothes. Thankfully Henry was a scientist and knew to keep extra clothes on hand in each lab. He even managed to find long enough pants for Ian.

This secret lab wasn't as well furnished as the ones on other islands, but it did have a nice enough common area with a couple sofas. After some snacks and beverages, they cuddled together on one of the bigger sofas.

"I've never just... felt like this before," Henry said after some idle banter. "I really don't like being around people. Regular people. But I want to be around you."

"Me either. Like really, I haven't. I've been with guys, gals, and all that's in between. But no one has ever been like my little snacc," Ian said.

Henry once again scrunched up his face. "I don't like being called a 'snacc'. Think of something better."

"Henry Wenry? Henry doodle? Honey Buns? Buns of Steele? Mad scientist boyfriend? Dinosaur genome fucker?" Ian dissolved into laughter. Henry cracked a smile as well.

"And as for you, you can be Ian Bein', Eeen Bean, Eeeby Weeby, Malcolm in the Middle, Chaos Boy?" It was Henry's turn to laugh.

"My fucking god you are so cute when you laugh, keep doing it," Ian said, and planted a kiss on Henry's lips. He started to pull away, but Henry grabbed his head and kept him close. They kissed more, drinking in each other's scents and feeling each other up a little.

"Wanna talk through some of these abandonment issues I'm sensing?" Ian said after a while. Henry sighed.

"No."

"I'll tell you all about how my father was abusive-"

Henry sat up a little, a protective wave washing over him. Ian smiled a bit sadly.

"Physically? Emotionally?" Henry asked, searching Ian's face for answers.

"Yes, and uh, yes. And even more, too. I got lucky with my dad. There was no way that, uh, I was going to leave childhood unscathed. It was, uh, it was... chaos." Ian whispered the word, and Henry held more tightly to him.

"Is he still with us?"

"No, no. He uh, ah, he passed away quite a few years ago. Non stop, debilitating and all encompassing alcoholism will ah, do that to a person." Ian blinked a few times, looking away. Henry was not expecting him to open up so much so fast, but he was glad that he did. Suddenly the whole chaos thing made a lot more sense.

"Hey," Henry said, turning Ian's face around and cupping his cheeks. "You are more than your father. You are more than he would ever be. And even with all your chaos, I appreciate what you have become," Henry said, kissing Ian sweetly.

"Henry, darling, you need to cool it on the sweets or else I'm going to slam you into this couch and fuck you raw pretty soon."

Just half an hour after that concept was first rejected in his mind, Henry felt a little twinge of excitement. He had gotten Ian to be a writhing mess below him; what could someone with actual experience do to him?

"But you've spilled, so I need to as well." Henry said instead of answering. He took a huge breath and let it out slowly. Ian squeezed him and smiled in encouragement.

"So, I was the youngest to ever graduate from MIT, at 19."

Ian whistled. "Holy fuck, I knew you were smart, but uh, wow. I see where the dating thing could have been an issue."

Henry sighed. "Yeah, I was just the cute little Asian science nerd who never interacted with anyone. I'm an only child, so my parents heaped expectations on me from the very beginning. When they realized how smart I actually was at an early age, they enrolled me in every science and math class that would accept me. I excelled and advanced quickly. Kids my age were still learning to add when I was solving complex equations."

"Mmm, keep speaking math to me," Ian said.

Henry gave him a look. "So I got to undergrad aged 12 and two years later when I graduated from there, my parents introduced me to another Chinese-American accelerated student. We were doing the same thing and were the same age, so that meant we were going to get married, right?"

"Ohhhh, wow, I uh, am sorry about that. Wow."

Henry just nodded. "She was sweet, but it was obvious to anyone and everyone that we only cared about our classes. I think she liked girls. Whenever we went out she would always comment on how cute or sexy the girls around were. I just didn't see it. I think I realized that I was probably gay around then." Henry thought dryly of the times they'd gone out not to be with each other, but to each look at the same gender of available prospects.

"We finally broke up because she was moving away and I had never been more relived in my life. My parents wanted her to stay of course, but she was more strong willed than I at that time. Once through undergrad I moved on to MIT. Into my PhD, guys started to take notice of me, mostly because I finally turned 18. I really wanted to ah... experiment, but I was afraid of what my family would think. If I had had brothers or sisters for my parents to depend on, I would not have hesitated. I was the only one though." Henry frowned a little, thinking of how absolutely controlling they were over his life. Ah, control. Right.

"So then I graduated and I was contacted by Hammond after he read my research on prehistoric plants. I was twenty when I first met you at the park." Henry thought back to then, at the unlimited possibilities he believed he could achieve. The world was his for the taking, and he supposed he did manage to accomplish some of that, but he'd long since lost the optimism of youth.

"I knew you looked young back then, but wow. I feel like I'm repeating myself," Ian chuckled.

Henry's expression sobered. "After Jurassic Park, I came back for the clean up effort there. In between that and working towards another PhD, my parents set me up with a girl. My ex-wife. What can I say? They're Chinese immigrants. They wanted so badly for me to have children now that I'd succeeded intellectually." Henry paused. He'd never admitted the next part to anyone, but of course Ian would be the first to know.

"I never wanted to have a daughter. She did though, so that's what happened. We had sex three awful, horrible times. On the third she was pregnant. My parents were thrilled. It derailed my life for a while though. I would just study and work and hate going home. The routine was soothing, though. Controlled, in order." Henry sighed. That part of his life was the most miserable he had ever been. Jurassic Park had failed spectacularly and he wanted to date dudes. His parents needed grandchildren though.

"Eventually she had had enough and she took our daughter. What I wasn't expecting was that my parents abandoned me too, and thus my whole family." Henry could remember the days and weeks of not talking to anyone after that. The chaotic feelings swirling through him because he had no base anymore, no one at all. He had never particularly liked his parents, but at least they had been there constantly up until that point. After the divorce, he had no one. And he didn't want to start anything with anyone, because what if they left him too? There had been many dudes he'd wanted to fuck, but he couldn't just go fuck randos and not have something with them. That just wasn't him.

"Henry," Ian said sadly, holding him close.

"It's alright. I'm mostly over it by now," Henry said, staring deeply into Ian's eyes and searching them. Never in all their years of knowing and sometimes interacting with each other had Henry ever thought he'd be having this sort of talk with Ian Malcolm. Maybe the world was just a little chaotic after all.

"Henry," Ian repeated, taking the smaller hands into his own. "I want to be with you, even if we're physically apart. I'll call you everyday and send you sexts all day long."

"If you do that I'm going to get hard in the middle of a very important meeting, or something." Henry had to chuckle at the thought.

"Oh I would love that. You would have to stand up to give your presentation and there would be your dick for all to see, straining against your pants, maybe even leaking a little pre," Ian licked his lips and Henry felt the cock under him start to stiffen.

"Ian! Once was enough tonight, alright?"

"What, no roleplay?"

"Uhhh... I-I mean, I've never tried-"

"Of course you haven't! Oh Henry, we are going to do so many kinky things when I get back. And before I get back, too. I'm going to send you walls of, uh, stimulating text, hoping to catch you in one of those meetings or demonstrating your commanding command of genetics to some scrubs. They would be impressed with your size and ability to ignore the straining in your pants-"

"Do you have a voyeurism fetish?!" Henry asked, feeling Ian's cock hardening still.

"Mmm, maybe I do. Maybe I want to see my Dr. Wu all flustered and cute and about to cream his pants in front of people from just my words," Ian said, rubbing at his chest.

"Well I don't! What if that happened to you?" Henry demanded, trying his best not to be affected by the scenarios Ian was presenting.

Ian perked up. "Oh? Dr. Wu sending me salacious texts while I'm at a book signing. My cock fully hard under the table, wanting to impale itself into your ass. People wondering why I'm panting and moaning." Henry could feel the full length of Ian's dick pressing against him now. His own was a little hard, and he had an idea where this was all going.

"You really do have a voyeurism thing. Well I am happy to say that we're never going to fuck in public and I'm not going to even look at your texts while I'm working."

"Where's the fun in that? And I see that your not so little friend is with me," Ian said, looking at Henry's crotch. He had gotten fully hard again quickly. Shit.

"It's only because I've been stimulated into a state of hypersexuality after having no sexual stimulus for ten years," Henry mumbled, pushing away from Ian and putting his hands over his crotch.

"TEN YEARS?! Henry, my poor baby, come here," Ian said, leaning over and grabbing onto the smaller doctor.

"Ian, no!" Henry cried, struggling to get out of Ian's grip.

"Ian, yes!" Ian said, and reached down to cup Henry's cock and balls. The geneticist stilled, knowing that if he moved away, Ian might just latch down hard on his junk.

"Ian, please. I don't know if I'm ready," he whispered.

The older doctor immediately let go of him. "I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm sorry. I just, I want to make you feel good. You deserve it."

"I deserve it?" Henry asked as much to himself as to Ian. Maybe he did.

"You do. And we're both hard, chomping at the bit. Let me at least get some fingers in there, see how you feel. Hmm?"

Henry took a second to really think about it. Ian's fingers were long and they could probably reach pretty far up into there. He'd get his prostate stimulated and that was the thing that needed to happen. Maybe, maybe a dick up there wouldn't be so bad. A bigger thing to reach more of the good spots in there.

"Henry."

The geneticist blinked out of his reverie, tilting his head. "Huh?"

"You're leaking."

Henry looked down and his face flushed entirely as he saw a wet spot on the front of his pants. He was leaking pre all over himself.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you? Well, let's go slow, hmm?" Ian murmured, leaning closer to kiss Henry. The geneticist pushed back after a moment.

"I do have a room here. Let's go," he said, sort of feeling like a high schooler sneaking in a date as he got up and pulled Ian with him. They hurried to the back of the building where Henry's room was. Simple, as they all were. Henry slid up onto the bed and Ian got up after him. They leaned closer at the same time for a kiss.

It was more aggressive than before and each tried to shove their faces harder at each other. Then they were touching each other and clothes were flying everywhere and suddenly Henry was on his back, pressed into the bed. Ian sat between his legs, both their cocks straining. Henry gave him an apprehensive look.

Producing the tube of green from nowhere, Ian smiled as he opened it. "Let me know if you don't like anything and I'll stop. Okay? Do you want a safe word?"

"A safe word? We're not even doing anything. This is vanilla."

"Henry Wu! What do you know about non-vanilla things?" Ian asked with a smirk as he sunk his fingers into the green.

"Nothing, really. Just, that's what you're supposed to have safe words for, right? The kinky stuff? BDSM?" Henry had no idea, he really didn't. But he wasn't stupid, either. Just ignorant.

"Sure, if that's what you're into," Ian said, voice low.

"I'm-I'm not? I don't know. Just get on with it," Henry said. He was afraid but extremely excited at the same time. Today had been his first experience with a guy and it had been leagues better than with a female. This was what he wanted.

"Alright, alright. Just relax. You know how to do that, right?" Ian said, running a hand up and down Henry's chest and torso. The younger male just glared. The nerves were hitting him now.

"Just breathe. In," Ian took a deep breath, and Henry followed along automatically. "And out." They both exhaled. "In... and out. In," Ian said, still rubbing at Henry's chest and torso while his other hand went lower. Henry felt pressure between his cheeks and had to remind himself to relax.

"And... out," Ian said, voice soothing. Henry exhaled, concentrating only on that. He felt a finger press against him, and then it was in.

"Hmn." The noise escaped him before he could stop it. He glanced up at Ian, who was focused on his ass.

"In."

They both inhaled.

"And ouuuuuttttt."

The both exhaled and the finger went in deeper. One finger wasn't so bad.

"Just keep breathing, Dr. Wu."

Just keep breathing. Right. Henry focused so much on breathing that he indeed felt a bit more loose and relaxed, the straining of his cock coming back into focus after a moment. He reached down and held lightly onto the base, squeezing gently but not really stroking.

"Mmm, you're going to have to send me videos of you masturbating."

"Ian!" Henry said in surprise. The relaxation evaporated. Ian felt the pressure on his finger, but he didn't move it.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm finally realizing you're not used to sexy talking, either."

"Ian, I'm not used to anything. Please, j-just keep talking in soothing tones," Henry said.

"Right, right. My voice is, ah, going to walk you through this," Ian said, making his voice extremely low and rumbly. Henry really liked when he did that.

"Feel your body relaxing. Feel how the bed feels on your skin." Ian moved his finger in deeper, then slid it back just a tiny bit. Henry closed his eyes, holding onto the base of his cock again.

"Feel your breathing, so slow and light. In, and out." The finger moved with the words. "Feel your dick, so hard and beautiful." Henry's face scrunched up at this.

"I meant to say, remember the feeling of sinking your cock into yours truly, Dr. Ian Malcolm. How he moaned and panted."

Yes, that had just happened. Ian had been so wonderful to feel and look at. It was Henry causing him to twitch and moan.

"Imagine you're feeling that now. The pleasure from inside amplifying how your dick feels. How it strains. My breath mixing in with yours."

Oh no, could Henry cum from just Ian's words? He was thinking it was a possibility.

"And then, my rather wonderful and big dick slides into you just—right." Ian pressed against Henry's prostate.

"Uhhh, a-ahh, f-fuck!" The younger doctor had no idea how it would feel. His cock had had enough and expelled copious amounts of cum onto his torso. He panted, some higher pitched noises escaping him. He felt another finger enter him, but he welcomed it. His dick stayed half hard once it was done and started to grow again.

"How did that feel?"

Henry pried his eyes open and looked up at Ian, who had not for one second stopped moving his fingers. Their eyes locked.

"More." It was a demand, and Henry was always to be listened to. Ian bit his lip and nodded.

"Let me get you ready here, hold on," Ian said. The next few moments were a blur for Henry. His cock hardened fully again, but he dare not touch it. Instead he gripped the bed, breathing heavily and allowing little noises of pleasure to escape him. Ian worked him open, careful not to press against that prostate again. Henry was sure he'd cum again just from that, so he was thankful. Finally, Ian's fingers slid out and Henry whined, surprising both of them.

"Henry, are you ready?"

"F-fuck... Fuck me," Henry moaned, surprised once again at how much he needed it and how sensitive he was at the moment.

"Alright, alright," Ian said, breathless himself. "Here's how this is going to happen. Flip on your belly and spread your legs out."

Henry didn't even question anything anymore as he carefully flipped over, moaning a little as his dick pressed into his stomach. Anything to get Ian inside him now. He felt the larger male scoot between his legs, then slide his own larger ones under Henry's. The younger doctor felt a weight between his cheeks and looked back. Ian was pressing his cock between them, one large hand moving down to hold onto Henry's hip.

"It's going to hurt at first. Just hold on though, okay?"

"I-I trust you," Henry whispered. He was so stimulated at the moment that he just needed Ian's cock and that was it.

"Okay, uh, here we go."

Henry felt the head of Ian's dick press against him, then slide inside. He let out a breath at the sensation, feeling how he stretched for Ian. It was certainly something for sure. Henry propped himself up on his elbows, arching his back forward as Ian's length continued into him. So much pressure. It kept going and filling him until Ian stopped. Henry panted. It was all the way in, wasn't it?

Ian leaned down and slid his arms along Henry's sides until he was leaning on his elbows over him. He wasn't fully resting his weight down on Henry, but the smaller male could feel the press of Ian all over him. He was so much longer.

"Deep breaths."

Deep breaths. Henry inhaled and exhaled, then Ian started to move just his hips.

"Oh fuck," Henry breathed at the sensation. Ian was long enough to be able to reach the side of his face for a kiss.

"Huhn, Ian," Henry murmured.

"Gonna go slow, just hold on," Ian murmured back, panting against the side of Henry's face.

"I'm holding, I'm holding."

Was the pressure supposed to be like this the whole time? Ian was big, and Henry was small. Was that really going to work?! Still, Henry grabbed onto the sheets with an iron grip.

"Remember the key word here; relax," Ian said.

"Right, relax," Henry panted. He was very not relaxed, so he reached down deep inside and pulled up memories of meditation. Focus on breathing, loosen the muscles in sequence. Just feel.

"Ahnng, f-fuck," Henry moaned as he felt himself loosen up, allowing Ian to get in a bit deeper.

"That's the way," Ian encouraged. He had never stopped moving his hips, though Henry could feel he had an easier time now. The younger male let himself experience the sensations that Ian was putting into him at the slow pace, small moans and gasps leaving him. The pressure lessened and soon Henry was feeling pleasure.

"Hahhh, hnnng, I-Ian," Henry said, trying to crane his head around. Ian leaned up and kissed him.

"Henry?"

"Go harder," Henry whispered.

"Of course, my dear," Ian replied. He leaned more of his weight down onto the smaller male, setting his elbows securely on either side of Henry and then reaching for his hands. They held tightly onto each other as Ian went faster, and after a moment Henry found himself attempting to lift his ass up against Ian. The older male pressed down against him more, squeezing him with his arms and allowing his hips to go faster and harder.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Henry moaned. He was close, he could feel it.

"Mmmnngggg, H-Henry," Ian moaned along with him, going harder still. Henry enjoyed the feeling of being filled and the comforting, heavy weight of Ian on him. He was so deep. The older doctor moved a little and the angle of his thrusts changed just enough for his cock to shove itself fully against Henry's prostate.

"IAN, OH FUCK!" the younger doctor cried. Ian didn't reply, though he locked his arms around Henry tightly and it felt like he was using all of his long, lanky strength to fuck Henry into the bed. All Henry could do now was scream 'oh fuck' and groan loudly. Everything was pleasure, everything was amazing.

"I'm cumming, H-Henry I—"

The younger doctor felt an explosion of warmth inside and it pushed him over the edge too. He came with a cry into the bed, shuttering as the pleasure traveled his body for a few more seconds before starting to subside. He panted, Ian panted, and there was a comfortable silence for a moment. Then Ian let his full weight flop down onto Henry, who cried out in surprise.

"Ahh, you're so heavy! Don't crush me."

"I wouldn't dream of it, my little darling," Ian said, and rolled over onto his back with Henry in his arms. The motion caused his dick to slide out of the smaller doctor, who gasped at the sensation. Henry rolled so that they were face to face and holding onto each other tightly. They gazed at each other with smiles as they panted, slowly coming down from the euphoria and feeling the coolness of the air.

"That was amazing, Ian," Henry said.

"I thought so too, Henry," Ian said. Then he yawned.

"Let's clean up a bit before we sleep," Henry suggested, sighing as he sat up.

"If you insist," Ian groaned as he stretched. They got out of the bed and Henry went to clean himself up in the bathroom while Ian cleaned the bed somewhat thoroughly. They got sleep clothes on and slid into bed together, Henry quite happily taking the position of little spoon.

The last two days Ian was on the islands were happy for Henry. His employees caught him smiling more in those two days than he had in the past years altogether, which had some of them weirded out. Henry didn't care. Ian didn't care. They flew through a few projects together and discussed plans for Ian to call at the same time for Henry every day. The younger doctor insisted that it was Ian calling, stating that the older doctor was the one who needed to get into the routine. They lightly argued, but Ian agreed in the end. He sent a few experimental sexts which Henry made the mistake of reading in a lab full of people the first time. That had lead to a make-out session, but they were interrupted before they could go further.

The day came for Ian to leave. He promised to be back as soon as he could, as soon as his schedule cleared up. He wanted to be there with Henry and Henry wanted him there on the islands with him. They just had to compromise in the mean time. They kissed in Henry's room before the helicopter got there, touching each other and holding each other. Henry walked Ian out to the helicopter, watching the sky long after the craft was too small to see.


END NOTE: So this is actually version 2 of this story. I modified it to cut out the next part so I could upload it where people. might. read. it. with. their. eyes. and. still. make. sense.

everything in the original version is the same up to this point except for one scene in this chapter

because the next part of this takes a sudden and pretty interesting and weird turn. It will NOT be everyone's cup of tea. It's really weird. It's like '….huh...I guess so'. 'i mean, if you have to do it that way' and 'my eyes need bleach' and 'oooh, interesting!' A lot of people will be like UGH NO THANKS UNSUB, REPORTED BANNED, and some people will be like 'AWWW, so that's what all of this is about UWU! what an interesting idea that you went with! I can get behind this!'

If enough people are curious, I maaaaaaaaaaaaaaay post the rest with the altered scene from this chapter