dr benton… im pregnant

had to add this sketch of me from this morning haha:

No reason not to. No reason not to let Benton grab you by the wrist and pull you into the quiet dark of the emergency stairwell and murmur, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Seizing the moment," Carter said, grinning, delighting in the fact that Benton hadn't let go of his wrist. His grip was tight. Part of Carter hoped it was tight enough to leave a bruise, a mark that other people would see but that only he would understand. He'd learned a lot about his body the last three weeks—learned a lot about what it could do for Benton—and one of those things was just how much he liked being handled. He liked Benton holding his thighs open with those big hands of his, liked Benton lowering his full weight onto Carter as his cock filled him up just right, liked how Benton would take Carter's head in his hands and angle it exactly how he wanted it as he fed Carter his cock.

"We've got thirty minutes until we have to scrub in for the lap chole," Carter went on. "Let me blow you? I need the practice, I bet I can take you deeper." Sucking cock had been a revelation. Why had he ever thought of it as a humiliating thing? Sure, it felt nice when someone else did it to you, but getting on your knees for someone—for Benton—was even better. It felt to Carter as if he went somewhere else in his head when he had Benton's cock in his mouth and hands in his hair, somewhere blissful and floating and beyond words, even though at the same time he felt more pleasure in his body than he'd known was possible.

"You want to suck me off in a hospital stairwell with people walking past just on the other side of that wall?" Benton's disbelief was clear. "When anyone could just walk in on us?"

Carter couldn't stop a little moan from escaping him at the thought.

"You are incorrigible, Carter," Benton said flatly, but when Carter put a hand between his legs, he found that Benton was already half hard.

"I'm yours," Carter said, whined, which was maybe a bit intense given that they'd kissed for the first time less than a month ago—but it had also been true for almost three years now so maybe that didn't matter so much. Maybe Benton would forgive him his desperation. Maybe Benton would put him on his knees. "Please."

"You make too much noise," Benton said.

"I can be quiet," Carter promised, "really, truly, I can," which was a fucking lie, he was always loud when he came, couldn't help it, but he closed his mouth with a click of teeth when Benton pressed closer to him, closer, so that Carter's back was flat against the wall and Benton was pressed deliciously hot and heavy against his front.

"I think you've got to prove that to me," Benton said, turning his head so that his mouth was right against Carter's ear. His breath puffed, intimate, against the tender skin there. Carter shivered. Benton brought the wrist he was still holding up above Carter's head, pinned it against the cinderblock. With his other hand, he pushed down their scrubs and underwear so that their hard cocks could frot up against one another. Carter felt his eyes roll back at the sensation.

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to rub myself off against you now," Benton said, his voice as steady and clipped as if he was giving Carter orders in the OR. "You can come if you do so before I do, but you will need to be efficient because I'm not waiting around for you. Are we clear on that, Carter?"

Carter nodded, aching for it.

"And you've got to be quiet," Benton said, licking his palm and then wrapping his hand around both their cocks and Carter could only imagine it. Wished there was someone there to photograph this moment. So he'd have proof of how much he was trying. "We clear on that, too?"

Carter nodded again, and gave himself up to the feeling of it, to the harsh sound of their breathing, to the press of Benton's knuckles against his belly. It was all so good and he could feel a wail wanting to tear its way out of his throat, but he couldn't, he couldn't, he'd promised, and he knew that if he broke that promise then Benton wouldn't give him his cock and Carter needed it. He brought his free hand up to his mouth, covered it, muffled himself. Be good, he told himself, be good.

"There we go," Benton said, shifting so that his mouth was almost, almost touching the back of Carter's hand. "Nice and quiet. You know what's going to happen if you keep being quiet for me?"

Carter nodded mutely, frantic, feeling his orgasm building now. So close.

"You want to suck me off here, in this stairwell," Benton said, "but that's not going to happen. You know why?"

Carter shook his head, but he felt tears sting at the corner of his eyes because he already knew, because he wasn't good enough, because he—

"Because I've been doing some reading up recently," Benton said, his hand moving faster now, "about options, and until today I hadn't been convinced but now I think yeah. Yeah, I'm going to do it."

Carter made a questioning noise, as loud as he dared.

"There's a club in Boystown," Benton said, and he dropped his voice even lower, so soft that Carter had to strain to hear it, and both of them were leaking so much now that everything was sloppy and Carter had to close his eyes and this thighs were trembling. "It's a special kind of club. You keep quiet for me now, I'll bring you to it this weekend. And when we're there, you're going to strip down in front of everyone and then I'm going to put you on your knees and I'm going to fuck your throat while everyone sees how well you can take it. Deal?"