The Doctor is OUT

Imagination makes things worse. Shocking you don’t want the best of me. 

Oh, is that what you got from that? I do want the best of you. But I want there to be a little bit of craving on your end, too. Makes it more interesting, doesn't it?

“As a matter of fact, this started off with me having an undying curiosity of you in general, but I was hoping to at least catch you off guard and make you nervous from my sudden requests. But hey, you win some you lose some.” Kyle shrugged, barely taking his eyes off the pages. It was amusing to say the least, to see the youthful faces and enthusiastic smiles of Chris’ friends. (He just assumed that Chris befriended everyone because the guy was attractive and easy to talk to.) It was an even weirder thought to imagine that some of these guys may or may not have been more than just friends with Chris. For all he knew, the guy could’ve lost his first to one of these youthful toothy grinning jocks. 

"An undying curiosity of me?" he echoed, craning his head to the side, as though it was an unbelievable thought. He kept himself planted firmly next to the other man, feeling the slight brush of their arms against one another. "Your requests don't make me nervous at all, as you already know. Maybe you should try a different tactic next time." He honestly didn't see the desire of the other man, though. Whoever Chris was then was far from the man he was now, and getting to know the little boy in the pictures weren't something that would change his personality now.

The fact that his brain kept telling him that what he just experienced was the best sex he’d ever had, made him tense up a little. Of course, he pushed the thought away quickly once the two started to relax, fists unfolding, and muscles loosening around each other. He sat up, staring down at Chris with an amused expression. “I haven’t really thought about it yet. But since I don’t have a lot of time, I’ll uh- I’ll go with what I’m feeling.” Kyle was a touchy person at heart. He wasn’t particularly forward about it, and he almost never groped someone without kissing first- but he liked brushing his fingers over someone else. Maybe it was his romantic side that constantly urged him to reach out, or maybe he was exactly what Chris called him- a tease. 

It felt like it had already been a half hour since he came, but he was somehow still feeling the aftershocks of his climax. The subtle course of electricity through his nerves just made him shiver, though in a good way. His bounds were still in tact, and the belts that wrapped securely around his wrist were growing painful. Though, again, in a good way. He watched innocently with his beady eyes, keeping the form of the curator in full view. Chris didn't say anything. He just let the other man do what it was he wanted as the therapist did his best to steady his breathing. It was a thought that seemed easier said than done, especially as he felt the man's familiar touch against him once more.

He’d been to doctors before. Loads of times. Over the years, Gabe had developed a system for dealing with the medical professionals his parents had shipped him off to. Not that there was really anything deeply disturbed about him—rather, the opposite, they just wanted to keep a lid on anything from coming up. In his experience, the only thing they’d really uncovered were the panic attacks, the nervousness, which were a direct result of stress. Despite being prescribed pills, refilling the prescription as needed, he’d rarely ever had to take one. Then, less than a month into his stay, he’d taken twice the recommended dosage, was on edge, angry, afraid, everything he’d managed to prevent over the course of his growth.

For a moment, Chris was silent. He just watched the other man shifting uncomfortably there, mind possibly racing with the thoughts that struggled in his head. It was something he saw in most Boys that came to him with legitimate concerns, and he could tell that the admittance of being lonely must have been hard for him. It was an odd confession, being lonely. Especially being surrounded by Boys and members that were all about physical contact, it's hard to feel lonely. At least, for Chris it was. For others who were looking for intimacy or something much deeper, he figured it was a likely feeling, loneliness.

I’ll try not to. 2am though? Now I’m curious. 

I'll let your curiosity get the best of you. Besides, I'm sure it's nothing a little imagination won't fix.