#drmouse

To save you the trouble, I'll just give you a quick rundown of how we got to where we are. I’ve worked at the pitt for about three years, and six months ago I worked with Dennis Whitaker for the first time. He immediately caught my eye. I was embarrassed at first why, I was just so drawn to his eyes. He just looked so sad. I kinda took him under my wing, favoring him much more than the other student doctors. Robby had a soft spot for me so he let me help with teaching. After his first shift I noticed him walking up to a different part of the hospital. I followed him, he had a crazy first day and I was pretty worried. I found him in an unused part of the hospital where he stayed at night. The sad eyes got to me again. He was basically homeless, so I offered him to stay in the spare room in my apartment and he took the offer. Now it’s six months later, and we’ve become pretty close. He’s come out of his shell and his new confidence does not help with my stupid helpless crush. 

Most nights that we don’t immediately pass out after work we watch a movie or show together. I very slowly started sitting closer, laying my head on him. I could feel his heart pounding, saw his hands shaking. He was so nervous like, all the time. It made me feel…weird. I wanted to put him in my pocket, but I also wanted to just swallow him whole. Interpret that as you will. 

Tonight, after a lot of begging and deliberate pretty eyes, he agreed to go out with me to dinner. Not a date! Just friends. Just for food nicer than delivery or take out. 

I could tell he was a bit nervous at first. I tried to behave like normal, but I just couldn't stop smiling. Neither of us were really drinkers, but there was some kind of margarita special. I ordered us both a drink and then eventually a second round. I would typically stop at one but something about the lighting and his smile made me feel so nervous and warm. I thought I might pass away without some liquid courage. I think he may have felt the same, since we both ended up drinking two margaritas and taking a shot. OK, two shots. 

As we walked back home, both very clearly buzzing, we bumped into each other a lot. I may have done that on purpose a few times. Between the stars above and just his whole face, voice, and arms, I felt like I was going to lose my cool. My whole body genuinely felt warm. And tingly from the alcohol. When we got inside, I asked him how he felt.

“I'm good. Really good actually.” he kinda giggled.

“Are you actually drunk mousey?” 

“Uhhhh..Maybe a tad” He smiled and I genuinely almost grabbed his head and bit his lips off. I needed to chill the fuck out. 

I walked over to the couch and just kinda flopped down. I felt like I was spinning a bit. But also still really warm. Spinning towards the sun. 

Dennis sits next to me, and I note he sits super close. My heart is beating so hard I think I might genuinely have a problem. He's still just smiling to himself. What was his problem? I sit up facing him and just hardcore stare into his eyes. In my head im thinking ‘pleasepleaseplease fucking lean in and kiss me please please tell me you feel the same.’ 

And he fucking does it. 

Im so starstruck i dont kiss back or really move. After a few seconds he pulls back and he has this scared puppy look. 

“I’m, uh im sorry i shouldnt have ohmy fuck.” He stutters.

I just smile like a fucking idiot. I must have looked insane.I grab his shirt collar and pull him in, a little too hard. I can feel himself hesitate and then gently put his hand on my face, the other just barely resting on my thigh. We keep kissing, he's so timid and I feel like I could devour him. I try to slow myself down but I need him more than air. 

I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer. I'm scared I could suffocate him. He's still just being so gentle, but he's slowly opening his mouth more and peeking his tongue. I grab his hand that is just laying on my thigh and put it on my waist. I wont lie I so badly wanted to put it on my chest but i didnt wanna scare him off. 

The kissing gets more and more aggressive and I'm so desperately trying to keep my cool. Then I hear him, very faintly whimpering. I lose it. 

I sit up and full on straddle him. He whimpers a little more. I run my fingers threw his soft curls and pull. Just a tiny bit. Another whimper. I sat myself more on his upper thighs, but his heavy breathing is driving me insane and I scoot up, lining us up. I'm not sure at first, but I think I can feel him down there. I gently bite his lip and press down harder. He's hard. Really hard. He just straight up moans as I do that, and I do as well. 

I'm surprised, he's kissing me back just as hard as im kissing him. Gripping my hips, making so much noise. I move back and forth, gently grinding. I make my decision and I grab his hand and place it on my chest, slowing down to make sure it's not too much at once. He holds his hand there for a second, then gently squeezes.  

I continue grinding on him, he continues to whimper and moan. I move my mouth to his cheek and kiss along his jaw and then to his neck. I can feel his heart pounding against my lips. I move my hand down from his face to his neck, then to his chest, then just a little lower. I pull back to look at him. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s trying to control his breathing.

“All good?”

“Y-yeah i’m uh great” he smiles through deep breaths. 

“You wanna keep going mousey?”

At the sound of his nickname he lets out a noise. I had a suspicion he secretly really liked it. 

“yes that’s, that’s good.” He can barely fucking speak, I want to rip all his clothes off and make him an even bigger mess but i’m not sure what he can handle. I lean back in to kiss him and pull at the bottom of his shirt. I pause for a second in case he protests, but I feel him smile against my mouth so I pull his shirt up. I pull back to take it off and stop to admire him. You wouldn’t expect it, but he’s pretty muscular. He’s got big biceps, and pecks. I’m tempted to bite him. 

“You’re so pretty you know.” 

He gives a nervous laugh and looks back at me,

“So are you.” 

I catch myself squeezing his chest so I pull back and take my shirt off. He stares at my chest, and I see him realize he’s staring and brings his eyes back up. 

“Hey, you can look at me. You can touch me, wherever, however, whenever. I want you to.”

Dennis’s face has been pretty red from blushing this whole time, but it just gets brighter. 

“Ok, b-but tell me if you uh want me to stop ok?” 

I just kinda laugh. I really can’t imagine a world where I wouldn't want him to touch me. 

I go back in and start kissing again, sloppy and harsh. He brings his hands up to my chest, still hesitating but he eventually goes for it. I grind harder, he grabs harder. We both are breathing so hard and making noise. 

I internally hype myself up, and very slowly bring my hand down to the hem of his pants. He doesn’t pull back or speak, so I start fidgeting with the button of his jeans. I unbutton and lift my hips up. I pull away to look at him.

“Can I?”

“Y-yes uh yeah please.” He exhales. He’s barely holding it together. Same for me. 

I reach my hand down, carefully. As soon as my fingertips graze him, he moans. I sit up a little more to move his jeans and underwear away. He’s looking up at me, watery blue eyes peeking through his lashes. I meant to be gentle, go slow, but him looking up at me basically at my mercy, I grab his dick. His tip leaking, his eyes are leaking. He’s moaning and I'm biting my lip. I really want to just have him inside me.

I start kissing his neck as I touch him. His moans vibrating on my lips. I bite gently. I don’t wanna leave a hickey but I really want to leave one. Multiple all over him. 

“Do you want to keep doing this or go farther?” I whisper in his ear. 

“You mean like, uh..”

“Do you want to fuck me. Please?” 

“ye-yes please.” 

I smile and get off his lap. I dropped my bag on the floor next to the couch, so I lean over and reach inside to grab my wallet. I keep a condom inside just in case, usually I end up giving it to a friend, but it’s my time to shine. I hold it up in front of his face smiling, and he pulls me in by my waist to kiss. 

“You wanna take my clothes off?” I ask and nibble his lip. He moves his hands behind me and pulls at the back of my bra. He struggles of course, but right before I go to help him he gets it. 

“Good job mousey.” 

He half speaks half moans something into my lips. He’s gently touching my chest and drags his thumb against my nipple and I moan way too loud. I grab his hands and bring them to my belt. He pulls them off and then goes for my pants. I’m about to sit up so he can take them off, when he grabs me by the ass and puts me on my back, him on top of me. 

I’m shocked, I wouldn't have expected him to take charge like that. I was fine with leading him through the whole process, but him grabbing me and almost throwing me down? There was probably a visible wet spot in the crotch of my jeans. Dennis yanks down my pants and throws them to the side. I sit up leaning on my elbows just watching him, my jaw hanging open. He pulls his own pants the rest of the way off and runs his hands up my thighs, stopping at the hem of my underwear. Was there a reason I was wearing my cute lacey underwear? No. That was unintentional I promise. 

“May I?” He asks, finally slowing down.

“Yes. Then take yours off.”

He slowly pulls down my underwear, taking it all in. He looks starstruck, and it's really adorable. But I really wish he’d just hurry up and fuck me. Oh my god. I felt like I was having a lust attack. Like an anxiety attack but from being so fucking horny. Once he discards my underwear he  pulls at his own letting his dick free. I hadn't taken a full, good look earlier when I touched him. Unsurprisingly, even his dick was pretty. It shone in the lowlighting, pastel pink. I hand him the condom, hoping he knows what to do with it. His hands tremble a bit, the reality seeming to set in. He struggles to open the wrapper and so I lean in to help. He is sitting upright in between my legs, and I take out the rubber and put it on for him, kissing his nipples. Based on the sounds he’s been making, I don't think he’ll last long at all. But I didn't mind. 

“All ready?”

“Yeah, uh a-are you?” He’s so nervous and I fucking love it. 

I grab his shoulders and pull him down towards me, lifting my hips to line up with his. I put my legs around him to pull him in and reach down to his dick. 

“Tell me if you want to stop.”

I carefully start putting him in and he lets out a high pitched moan. Once he’s in, I take my hand away and let him go at his own pace. But if he didn't hurry up I was gonna push him all the way. He takes a deep breath and goes further, whimpering the whole way. I try to stay patient, running my fingers up his chest, through his hair. I pull his head down to kiss, and he’s still going quite slow. I cross my legs behind me, lift my hips. And pull him down. We both gasp, and he starts moving back and forth faster. I don't think either of us are gonna last long at all. He’s shaking, in shambles, as he tries to steady himself. I whisper, “harder” into his ear and he obeys. I can feel my orgasm building up in me, I'm so desperate for it to finally come. Pun intended. Dennis whimpers into my neck so pathetically and my legs start to shake. I can tell by his breathing and moaning he's about to finish. If he tries to slow down I’m forcing his hips down into me myself. I need this so damn bad. I feel him twitching inside me, he’s practically yelling his moans into my ears and I finally start to come. He’s done a little before me, I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close and moan into his shoulders. He's whimpering into my ear and we’re just hugging as my body is exploding in the best way it ever has. 

Once we catch our breaths just a tad, he slides out of me, falling to the side of me. We still have our limbs wrapped around each other, both of us shaking. My vision starts coming back and I turn my head to him. He’s glistening with sweat, a few tears going down his face. 

“Are you okay mousey? Was it too much?” I sit up, scared I pushed him too hard.

“No no, I mean yes uh Im ok. That was really uhm amazing.” He says, still trying to control his breathing. I turn the rest of my body and pull him close. I already had him inside me but I wanted him closer. I wanted to stay like this forever, hearing his small whimpers, feeling his soft hair and softening dick. 

“I really liked that Dennis. I really like you.”

“I really like you as well. It has probably been obvious but I’ve liked you since day one.”