James walked into the hospital, a smile on his face as he signed himself in for his appointment. Usually, he was annoyed with physicals, every football season he'd have to have another one. But today, it was different.
"Who is going to be doing it?" he asked the receptionist.
"Doctor Mitchell." she smiled, sorting his file.
"Thank you."
He seated himself in the waiting room, crossing his legs so his erection was less noticable. He'd thought about Logan all day; he'd been at least half hard all day. Setting his hands in his lap, he waited, heartbeat picking up when he heard Logan's voice come from down the hall.
"James." The doctor said, appearing from the hall, file in his hand.
The teen stood, shoving his hands in his pockets, and followed as Logan ushered him into an exam room.
"I'll need you to undress down to your underwear, and put this on." Logan told him, handing him a gown.
"Hm." James said, slipping his shirt over his head, muscles flexing purposely for Logan's benefit.
Doctor Mitchell watched as more and more tan skin came into view, cock hardening at the thought of touching James. The teen stole a glance at Logan before unbuttoning his jeans, and letting them fall to the floor.
"Up on the table, please."
"Logan—"
"Please, Mr. Diamond."
"I was only going to say I'm having a pain in my lower abdomen regions." James smiled, sitting on the table; leaning back on his hands to keep him from falling back, boxers tented, not caring about the gown.
Logan nodded, fighting back a groan at seeing him so smug. He obviously didn't know what was in store for him today. Logan did a regular check up at first, letting his hands linger and graze, smirking when he listened to James' heartbeat, discovering it was fast.
"So, James." he said, running his hand up the teen's thigh, fingertips slipping under his boxers, "Where did you say it hurt?"
James swallowed thickly, watching his hand. "U-Up a little higher, Doctor."
"Mhmm. Stand up, facing the table."
The teen did as he was told, letting out a deep breath as the fabric of his boxers rubbed against his cock. Logan stood behind him, licking his lips.
"Pull down your underwear."
James shivered, feeling Logan's hand run down his back in all the right places. He slipped his thumbs into his boxers and pulled them down, until they were on the floor in a pool around his ankles. He reached down to pick them up, and felt his doctor's hands at his hips, clothed dick pressing against his bare ass.
"Have you ever had sex with another man before James?" Logan asked, giving everything he had not to buck into the boy's body.
"N-No, sir." James stood again, thinking it best to leave his underwear where they lay. He leaned, hands against the exam bed to support himself.
"I'm going to be inside you. I'll be gentle as possible." The doctor told him, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a tube of lubricant. He popped the cap open and James tensed.
Logan reached around, showing him the tube, rubbing his back to let him know it was okay. When his patient relaxed, he poured some onto his fingers and trailed them down to the boy's entrance. He made slow circles around, then slipped one slick finger in.
The teen gasped lightly, his shoulders tensing up again, inner walls not used to the intrusion, wanting it out. Doctor Mitchell rubbed James' back, not moving his finger until he relaxed again.
"I'll make it feel good for you. I promise." he said, placing a kiss to the boy's shoulderblade. James instantly relaxed.
He moved his finger slowly, letting him get used to it before adding another. He gently worked him open; stopping whenever James tensed, but before long the boy was rocking his hips back, his breathing getting heavy. Logan crooked his fingers, brushing a certain spot inside his patient.
"L-Logan." The teen whimpered, hips bucking into air. "I want more."
"You want me?"
"Please."
Logan gently pulled his fingers out, smirking at the small whine James made in protest. "I have to undress, don't I?"
James turned, wanting to see, wanting to help. Logan raised a brow, and the teen attacked those plush lips he'd been waiting for with his own; licking, nibbling, bruising. The doctor was caught off guard, but happily returned the kiss, working on the buttons of his crisp blue shirt. James helped, pushing at the material of his lab coat, breaking the kiss when he felt his hands come in contact with skin. He looked down, seeing Logan shirtless; creamy skin all over, subtle muscles in his abdomen flexing as he worked his belt open. Logan was skinny and short, but had muscle. Especially in his arms.
"You're amazing." The teen mumbled, running his hand down his doctor's arm.
A blush fluttered into Logan's cheeks. He stared at his open belt buckle, realising this would be more than just a one-time fuck. He cared for James, he dreamt about James, he couldn't just take him then never see him again. He leaned up, capturing the teen's lips in another kiss, being slow this time.
James held Logan's face in his hands, feeling how much different this kiss was. They backed up, climbing onto the exam bed, Logan's dress pants and boxers coming off as they went. He crawled between his patient's spread legs, breaking the kiss to look at him.
"Are you sure?"
"I want you."
With a peck to his lips, Logan thrusted in gently, watching for signs of discomfort in James' features. The teen breathed steadily, keeping his eyes closed for a few moments before opening them and taking Logan's hands in his.
"Move, Logan."
Doctor Mitchell nodded, gently rocking his hips, cocking sliding in and out of the tight hole. They both held to each other; small groans, whimpers, heavy breathing coming from them as they worked together. The pace sped up and they had trouble keeping quiet, both of them groaning and panting into the other's mouth as they sloppily kissed.
James came first; all over his and Logan's stomachs after his prostate was hit with every thrust, without his cock ever being touched. Logan came seconds after, deep inside James, making the teen's hips buck without permission, the feeling of being filled up a different but pleasurable experience.
Once their breathing calmed, they cleaned themselves up and got dressed again. Logan slipped his phone number into the back pocket of James' jeans, knowing the teen would need it later. They shared a small kiss before the doctor opened the exam room door, letting him out.
James walked out of the hospital with the taste of Logan on his lips, a phone number in his back pocket, a slight limp, and a smile on his face.
