A/N: Borrowing Characters from the TV show "The shield"

A/N: Borrowing a Bojack horseman line.

A/N: Idea taken from Tumblr. "Flirting with medic" prompt.

He smiles to himself as he hears the familar squeak of the tiles. He turns around, usually Vic is with him, but now it's Lem and Shane. The smile disappears when he sees Shane. He's the biggest racist arsehole that he'd never met. And the sick thing was he was proud of it too. He proudly wore a MAGA had and had gotten a red strike against him for stitching a confederate flag into his uniform.

There, as soon as Eric and Shane look at each other, their eyes flinch.

"Hey Rupaul! Get that herpes crawling ass over here!"

"Shane don't you have several strains of Herpes that you can't treat!" Eric smiles back.

"Gents, come on. We've got an injured solider here!" Lem said shaking his head. Both men take him to a hospital room with Eric following. He pulls on his rubber gloves and turns the light on. Commander Groff was one of the fittest patients he'd ever treated. But there were so many obstacles that stopped Eric from making a real move...

"So Eric any, hot nurses for me? Preferably female?" Lem winks.

"Charlotte. If you like chubby brunttes with curves?" Eric says. They laugh and both guys tell Adam, the medic van would pick him up later, they leave to go back to base. He opened a window, suddenly feeling suffocated now that he and Adam were alone. The military instructor confused him. Sure he was ,macho and rude, and his friends were racist, sexist dick-heads. But the nurse got the feeling that with Adam it was all a front.

He didn't know what Adam was? Was he straight with a girl. Engaged to a supermodel? Married with six kids?

"Hey they Ad! Do you want to roll your shirt up for me?" Eric asks cheerily.

"Come here and do it, my hands are little..." He pauses as he tries to move his hand but twinges in pain.

"So what have you got for me?" Eric asked slowly, unbuttoning his khakis so he could get to his injury.

"Besides my huge, thirst trapped dick?" Adam raises his eyebrows as the medic lifts up his shirt carefully. There was a small wound with bruising just above the ribs. It was an easy job. He brought the guys hand to his shirt. "Please, pin your shirt for me. Good boy!" Eric grins.

"I'd be a great boy in a hotel room" Adam purrs. "What do you say? I'm an instructor. I get perks"

"I bet you do! But...my boyfriend isn't into threesomes!" Eric said taking out a large white compression bandage with triangualar plasters. "Stay calm. I'm, just gonna patch you up" He presses the large bandage over his wound. His fingers flare as Adam places his good hand over his own.

"I don't give a fuck about your boyfriend"

"Why would you? It's not your job to care, it's mine" Eric shrugged.

"Care about you" He cleared his throat, giving the medic daggers.

"No you don't Mr Groff. You want to hump and dump!" Eric chuckles.

"I can't dump someone that's taken" Adam nods as Eric plasters him up. "Fuck!" He groans as the plasters cling to his wound.

"Sorry mate"

"Sorry enough for a blow job? You've got lunch in five minutes" He teases him, grabbing Eric's hand and putting it on his shoulder.

"You're fucking cute, you know that! You actually think I have a lunch? I'm calling army transport. You need to get your sexy arse out of here, before you become too much of a distraction!" He takes his hand away and gets his phone out. Rolling up his sleeves Eric gave him finger as Adam's large stealthy hand grabbed his arse.