Murphy is in the Infirmary, lying down on a bed with an IV in his arm. Dr. Teller is drawing blood so he can make a vaccine from it. Murphy's been very tired since arriving here at Zona because they keep stealing all of his blood to try and make this vaccine while simultaneously curing him. It's all a bit much if you ask him.
"Murphy," Teller asks. "How're you holding up?" Murphy snorts out in amusement softly. "Tired and like a very large mosquito has taken all of my blood," he says, looking up at Teller with a tired glare. Teller nods apologetically. "Sorry... I know this is a lot—"
"Damn right," Murphy complains. "But these aren't on my orders..." Murphy knows that, but he's still going to complain about it. "Here, lift your head," Teller says, holding a pillow in his hands. Murphy weakly lifts his head before placing it back down, this time, on something soft. "It'll only be a little bit longer," Teller says with a reassuring pat on his shoulder. Murphy doesn't nod; he just closes his eyes and lets sleep take him into a dreamless slumber.
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When Murphy opens his eyes, he feels something warm on his legs. He looks down and sees a blanket covering his torso and legs. He blinks a couple more times to get the sleep and blurriness out before he can see correctly. That's when he spots a figure on the other side of the room. Thinking it's a zombie, he sits up quickly. "Murphy, you're awake." A familiar voice calls out to him. The figure gets closer and Murphy recognizes it to be Teller. He scoots over in a wheely chair. "How're you feeling?"
Murphy grumbles. "I just woke up after being drained of blood again. How do you think I'm feeling?" He complains, rubbing his eyes. Teller nods. "Understandable," he says. "Do you need anything?" Murphy nods weakly.
"Water." Teller nods and wheels to the other side of the room before going back with a glass of water.
Murphy sits up and gets handed the water. Teller writes down something with tired eyes on his clipboard. After drinking all its contents, Murphy puts the glass down and asks, "What're you writing?"
Teller just hums. "What?" he asks, looking up at Murphy in a daze.
"You look more tired than I do," Murphy exclaims. Teller lets out a sigh before putting down the clipboard and rubbing his tired eyes. "Yeah, well, rich people want everything now and not later, so..." Teller says, frustratingly. Murphy hums and thinks for a couple of seconds. "How about you take a break? Take a load off?" Murphy snorts. "What're they gonna go? There's already a zombie apocalypse, and if my guess is right, you're an important doctor. You deserve it more than anyone," Murphy says, mainly because he wants a break as well. Teller puts his hands on his lap. "I can't, Murphy," Teller says before turning around and fiddling with something on a metal tray. Murphy then gets the best idea he's ever had.
He sits up and puts his feet on the side of the bed between the good doctor as he places his hands on Teller's shoulders. He begins to rub them in an act to get him to listen. "I know a way we can both take a break," Murphy whispers into the doctor's ear. Teller doesn't say anything for a minute. "Murphy... listen—I'm not..." Teller mutters out. "Hey, I get where you're coming from, but I wasn't either. Not before prison, that is." There's a pause. "You can pretend I'm your wife of something if you need it or nothing. I don't mind, nor do I really care, but I do care about getting the sweet release if you know what I'm saying," Murphy suggests with a shrug as he backs off and sits back on the bed. Teller turns around and lets out a sigh. He doesn't say anything. "Up to you. The offers are always on the table if you need it," Murphy says, leaning back and laying on the bed again. "If you don't, then would you mind giving me some privacy?" Murphy asks with a smug look on his face. Teller sighs again. "You shouldn't be doing anything too tasking on your body right now, that included. Just rest. I can assure you, you do that once you're rested up." Teller puts up a hand with a pen between his fingers in the air while looking away from Murphy. "Bummer," Murphy mutters out before closing his eyes.
An hour passes, and Murphy still hasn't acted. He's been on and off resting while the doctor works on the other side of the room. A tiny part of him was actually hoping that he would. It's been a while.
The doctor walks over and pops an applicator into the IV in Murphy's arm; Murphy relaxes into the bed again, getting mentally ready for another round of blood taking. This time, instead of walking away to work on something on the other side of the room again, Teller stays next to the bed. Murphy turns his head to look at the man. "You won't say anything, will you?" Teller asks, a little hesitant. Murphy smirks. "Not a word," he mumbles. Teller goes to lock the door and draws the curtain over the window so it gives them some more privacy. Teller gets onto the bed, leaving his shoes on the floor. "How do you want to do this?" Murphy asks. Teller spaces out as he thinks. "We don't have to go all the way if you—" Murphy speaks up.
"No, I want to go all the way. It's just...been a while, and I haven't fooled around with a guy before," Teller mentions. "You can be top, I don't mind. Besides, it'll be easier this way," Murphy says, tilting his tired head on the pillow. "It isn't that different from doing it with a woman. There's a hole, there's a goal. Just prep and stick it in." Murphy shrugs. He rubs Teller's hips to make sure he's listening. Teller mods. "Alright.
"Got any lube?" Murphy asks. Teller nods. "Really? Murphy asks as the doctor gets off of the bed to get it.
"Well, sometimes I get half an hour to myself."
"Wow, half an hour? That's a lot. Don't go too crazy with it," Murphy jokes as he takes off his socks and pants. Teller snorts tiredly. He comes back to the bed with a small tube of lube. Murphy smirks.
Teller gets back onto the bed. "This doesn't need to be anything just—two men getting a release," Murphy says with a tired smile. Teller nods. He gets some lube out onto his fingers before pushing two in at once. Murphy sucks in a breath through his teeth as the two fingers circle his anus before going past the rim with much hesitance. The overwhelming feeling of the fingers scissoring him makes Murphy's head spin even more. Add the blood loss, and he's on cloud nine right now. Teller's fingers are skilled but sloppy, probably due to how tired he is. It doesn't feel bad, though...
A third finger is added, and Murphy sucks in a soft breath. "Am I hurting you?" Teller asks. Murphy smiles with closed eyes. "No, quite the opposite, actually," he responds out of in. He is out of it. Very fatigued and weak. "That's enough of...that. Take them out," Murphy mutters, opening his eyes slightly to look at the doctor between his legs. Teller nods and takes out his fingers. He unbuckles his belt and takes out his cock so he can lather some lube onto it. Murphy watches the good doctor stroke himself, getting bigger with each second that passes. Murphy bites his lip and looks away. When Teller is ready, he leans in and mounts himself between Murphy's legs. He puts the tip of his dick on Murphy's anus. Sensing that he's about to get something shoved into him, Murphy's hole clenches a little.
It teases the tip of Teller's dick. "Are you sure that I'm not gonna hu—" Teller gets cut off by Murphy. "Put it in already." Teller nods hesitantly before pushing the tip in slowly. The feeling of being stretched is making Murphy feel dizzy. His head is spinning like the room is, but it feels good. Teller gets halfway in when Murphy lets out a forced breath. Teller's eyes widen, but Murphy waves a hand. "I'm fine. Keep going," he says, slightly gripping the sheets. Teller pushes in more. He can't bottom out, but that's okay. "Move," Murphy moans out. Teller begins moving his hips back and forth at a slow pace in the beginning. He wants to be sure that he's not going to hurt his patient.
After two minutes of this, Murphy tells him to go faster. "Are you—"
"I'm sure," Murphy cuts him off. Teller grabs his hips and pounds into him suddenly. It's a shock for both of them, but Murphy isn't complaining. Murphy's fingers bunch up the fabric under him as the full feeling stretching him fills his every thought. He hasn't done this in a long while, but It's so worth it. Murphy holds in his moans the best he can, but sometimes one just slips out. He's trying not to scare the good doctor away. Speaking of slipping out, Teller's dick slides almost out of him before slamming into him hard. Murphy lets out a grunt/moan as his head is thrown back further into the soft pillow.
They continue this pattern of having sloppy sex for the next two minutes.
Nearing his end, Murphy let's out a moan that was supposed to be a word. "Close," he slurs out. Teller agrees. Murphy can tell he's close just by the way his face looks. He's getting sloppier with each thrust. That's when Murphy feels it. The warmth is pooling in his abdomen. He lets out a long groan with his eyes closed as he suddenly cums onto his chest and shirt. Teller pulls out and cums into his hand, making a mess everywhere.
Both men sit and lay there panting like they've just run a marathon. "Better?" Murphy asks, half-conscious and staring at the good doctor with only one open eye. Teller lets out a chuckle. "Need a nap now," Teller exclaims. Murphy chuckles after that. "You said it."