I knock tentatively on the door, quietly listening for a response. It's silent for a long moment, before a weary voice answers, somewhat muffled but still audible.  

‘What now?’ Dr Flynn calls out, an edge to his voice.

‘It's me, can I come in?’ I reply, placing my hand on the door handle.

There's a soft rustling behind the wood separating us, before he responds.

‘Yeah, go on.’

I check down the corridor behind me, then pull the door open and step inside, closing it firmly. The room is dim, lit only by the small lamp placed on the bedside table, casting a warm glow around the tight space. Flynn is sat on his bed, his shirt unbuttoned and pulled around his shoulders, legs still tucked under the sheets. His blue eyes find mine, ringed with dark circles, skin pale, hair messy and unkempt. His shoulders are hunched, his hands playing at the sheets covering his lower half. 

‘What're you doing here, (Y/n)?’ He asks, voice ragged.

‘I just came to check if you were OK,’ I tell him, offering him a soft smile, ‘I know it hasn't been easy today.’

‘Yeah, tell me about it,’ He huffs, ‘I'm fine. Just tired.’

‘You look it,’ I chuckle softly, cursing internally as I watch his face crease into a grimace, ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude.’

‘No, no, it's fine…sorry, I'm exhausted,’ He sighs, leaning back against his headboard.

I give him a sympathetic look, going to sit on the side of his bed. He watches me carefully, suspicion curling in his gaze. Taking a breath, I reach over and place a hand over one of his.

‘I'm sorry about the way they treat you, Flynn. It's not right,’ I start, squeezing his hand gently, ‘They shouldn't do it.’

‘It's alright…not your fault, after all,’ He murmurs, then frowns, ‘Unless you're just winding me up again.’

I shake my head frantically, ‘No! No, I promise you, I'm not! I wouldn't nor have I ever done it!’ 

He looks unconvinced, his gaze flicking to the rest of the room, lingering on the door for a long moment.

‘Flynn, I promise. I'm not winding you up,’ My face heats as I turn my head away a little, ‘I just care about you…’

This time he pulls away.

‘You can drop the act now.’ The young doctor crosses his arms over his chest, scowling and looking away.

‘What act?’ I frown.

‘This,’ He gestures to me, ‘Pretending you give a shit about me. What, is Noble going to burst in with a camera or something? Send the Chaplain in?’ 

My heart throbs at the dejected look on his face, a tightness clutching at my throat at his lack of trust. Feeling bold, I reach out and take his face in my hands, angling him towards me.

‘Look, I'm not trying to trick you. I came here to check on you and make sure you're OK. I'm worried about you, you look shattered, you're the butt of everyone's jokes, unfairly, and you look like you could just use a friendly face.’

My voice drops as his eyes widen.

‘I really do care about you, Flynn.’

Something seems to change in him, his shoulders dropping, his face softening. 

‘Really?’ He sounds small, unsure.

‘Really. Will you let me help you?’ I reassure him, moving my hands to his shoulders. 

He waits a second longer, then nods, dropping his gaze to his lap. Smiling, I lean in and pull him into an awkward hug, rubbing his back carefully. The tension floods from his body and his arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to him. His face drops to my shoulder, a sigh escaping him. 

‘Will you stay with me for a bit?’ He asks softly, hesitantly.

‘Of course,’ I reply, giving him a reassuring squeeze. 

He pulls back and lies down, keeping his gaze averted as I shed my white coat and slip under the covers with him. Without a word, I pull his back against my chest, slipping my arms around his small frame. He's warm in my grip, his scent, clean but somewhat sweaty, surrounding me as he pulls the sheets up and over us. I breathe it in, nuzzling closer to him as he shuffles back into me, the both of us subconsciously letting out a relieved exhale. 

Gently, I run my hands over his chest and arms, trying to smooth the knots of tension from his tired muscles. He shivers under my touch, his body loosening minute by minute, turning to putty in my hold. 

‘You have a nice body, Flynn,’ I murmur absentmindedly, enjoying the way his skin comes out in goosebumps as my fingers drag over it.

‘Thanks,’ He mutters back, sounding somewhat bashful.

After a while of soothing him, I notice his breathing starting to get a little heavier, the sound of it catching in his throat unmistakable. I slow my hands, afraid I've made him uncomfortable. My eyes widen as a small whine escapes the man in my arms.

‘Are you ok? I haven't made it weird, have I?’ I ask him cautiously, ready to withdraw if he asks me to.

He's quick to react, grasping my hands in his and clamping them down against him, only to stop and reluctantly let go when he realises what he's done.

‘No, no, you haven't at all! It's really nice, I'm enjoying it a lot…’ He falters as he babbles, his ears going red.

‘Are you sure? You've gone a bit tense again,’ I check, ‘It's fine if you want me to stop…’

‘Please don't!’ He blurts out, cursing softly at his obvious desperation, ‘It's just…’

‘What is it? Can I help?’

Flynn is silent for a long moment, then sighs and speaks again, barely audible.

‘I'm…I'm hard…’ He stammers, burying his face in his cushion, ‘I'm sorry…it's just been a while, I know it's stupid, I'm so sorry…’

I smile, turning my head to press a careful kiss to his neck. He freezes in my grip, then lets out a long, shuddering breath.

‘It's alright, Flynn. Really. I'm quite flattered, honestly, ‘ I admit, shyly stroking his abdomen, ‘Can I…help you with it?’

He hesitates, but nods, body tense as if he's still waiting for me to pull some horrible trick on him. I smooth another kiss to his neck, then run a hand down his front. I let my fingers trail over his pelvis, enjoying the soft inhale it pulls from him before I carefully grip him through his briefs. This time, he gasps and bucks a little into my touch, his bulge hot and hard under my palm, throbbing as I begin massaging him. Leaning forwards, I kiss his shoulder, moving my hand quickly to push under his waistband and take him in my grasp. Awkwardly, he helps me pull his briefs down enough to pull him from their constraints, his length twitching from all the contact. 

Slowly, I drag my palm down to his tip, tearing a rough moan from deep in his chest. He rolls his hips into me, thrusting into the circle of my fingers needily. 

‘It's ok, Flynn, I've got you,’ I hum into his shoulder, my thumb swiping over his frenulum.

It makes him gasp and press forwards again, noticeably pulsing under the pressure.

‘I-it's Laurence,’ He pants, ‘My name. It's Laurence.’

I smile against him and kiss his skin once more, moving my hand in a regular rhythm over his aching cock.

‘Just relax, Laurence. Let me take care of you.’

He whimpers and nods, letting himself go boneless in my arms as I stroke him. Precum has started beading on the tip, allowing me to slick my movements and use a faster pace. The young doctor moans, tipping his head back against me, sighing as I gently trail kisses up towards his jaw and back down again. My tongue flicks out to test the waters, drawing a line along his pulse as he hisses an expletive, the sensation clearly sending shockwaves of pleasure directly to the throbbing cock in my fist. 

He shifts in my arms, pressing a hand to my wrist to stop me after a little while. I remove my grip immediately, afraid I've done something wrong until he turns to face me, scooping me up in his arms and crashing his lips against mine. The kiss is soft, passionate, as if releasing weeks and weeks of tension into me. Letting out a moan of my own, I close my eyes and kiss back, returning my hand to his cock as he pulls me into him. At the feeling of my hand reappearing on his weeping cock, Laurence whimpers, opening his mouth enough for me to slip my tongue past his parted lips. Slowly, wetly, we kiss for what feels like hours, our lips moving in perfect sync as I pleasure him. 

Heat curls in my own gut, but I try to ignore it, focusing instead on the twitching cock in my hand. Laurence is a writhing mess in my arms, hips rolling and bucking against me, cock dripping precum over my fist, mouth meshed sloppily against mine, moaning unabashedly into my lips. I pull him closer, swallowing his needy sounds until I need to come up for air, parting for a mere second before he's mewling and dragging me back in. Needily, he kisses me and ruts into my fist, his hands clutching at the back of my uniform.

Without any warning, he suddenly breaks away, spasming in my arms. His cock jumps, his voice breaking as he cums all over my hand, fucking up against my grip desperately as he spills ropes of his load onto me. My name drips from his lips along with various expletives and words of gratitude. I stroke him gently until he's ridden his orgasm out, his moans fading to whines of oversensitivity. 

Pulling back, I wipe my hand on a towel he has lying on the floor by his bed, carefully cleaning him up with it as I do so. He pants bonelessly on the bed, watching me with trepidation etched into the lines of his face. It's only as I reposition myself in his arms, holding him close to me, that he relaxes again. He drops his head to my chest and nuzzles closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me.

‘Thank you,’ He murmurs after a little while.

‘You don't have to thank me, Laurence,’ I tell him softly, rubbing soothing patterns onto his back.

‘Will you stay?’ He asks, sounding small.

I smile and press a kiss to his forehead.

The look of sheer confusion on Flynn's face almost has me crumbling as I take a seat across from him in the consulting room. I smile as innocently as possible, batting my eyelashes coyly.

'You...have a sore throat?' He repeats, frowning.

I nod, 'And I think you'd better take a look at it, doctor.'

His bewilderment only increases at my words, but he shakes himself out of it and walks over to me, his white coat swaying around his lean form. I bite my lip at the sight, unable to help the way my eyes roam over his body, taking in each neatly fastened button and every carefully smoothed-out crease. As he comes to stand in front of me, I look up at him, watching him swallow as he peers down at me. I arch by back a little, pushing my chest out towards him. Something finally clicks in his gaze.

'Oh...OH!' He exclaims, trying to bite back a grin at thw realisation, 'A sore throat, you say?'

Smirking, I nod once more, faking a quick cough.

'I think I'd definitely better have a little look, then. Open your mouth for me,' He instructs me, sending shivers down my spine.

Cheekily, I do as he says, letting my tongue fall out to lie over my teeth, something I know he particularly enjoys the sight of. He bites back a quick curse, then cups my chin and leans down, angling my head a little. He does a good job of 'examining' me, making little humming noises every few seconds as if trying to make a decision.

'You're right, you do have something wrong with your throat, but I think I can help,' Flynn tries to sound confident, but I can hear the slight tremor clouding his voice.

'What's that, doctor?' I respond, licking my lips before biting them, aware that I look extremely clichéd at this moment. It works on him, though, his gaze darkening slightly.

Already, I can see a tent starting to form in his trousers. A small breath escapes him.

'Well, I'll need to be sure, and a little...internal examination is in order for that.' He pulls his belt from it's buckle.

'You know what's best.' I wink, watching raptly as he slowly undoes his trousers.

A quiet gasp leaves his lips as his hands brush against his throbbing cock through his boxers. He glances quickly at the door, then back down at me, carding a hand through my hair to pull me closer. Shakily, he runs his hand over his cock for a few seconds, tapping it at my lips. I can't help but whine at the sight of him looming over me, so neat in his uniform but already coming apart at the seams by the mere opportunity of having his cock sucked.

'Open up for me,' He murmurs, pushing his hips forwards a little to urge me on.

Teasingly, I close my mouth, lifting a brow at him. He frowns a little, thinks for a second and then speaks, somehow regaining control over his voice.

'Come on, doctor's orders. Open your mouth for your examination.'

Slowly, I part my lips, moaning as he instantly slides into my waiting mouth. He stills as he reaches the back of my throat, watching as I swallow around him, my tongue pressing to the underside of hus theobbing cock. Sweat has started beading on his forehead, his brow furrowed in concentration.

'Yeah, you're going to need treatment. Luckily, I can do that right away,' He tells me breathlessly.

I cock a brow at him, whining as he pulls out, only to let my eyes fall closed as he instantly thrusts back in again, fucking my mouth jerkily. His jaw drops, high-pitched whimpers falling sweetly from his parted mouth, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily before fixing on me again. His hips buck almost frantically into me, using my throat as thoroughly as he can, twitching on my tongue as I hollow my cheeks and start moving my head in time with his thrusts as best I can with his tight grip in my hair. Precum is already coating the back of my throat, dripping lavishly from his tip, the taste not too unpleasant though I try not to think about it too much.

'Oh...fuck, that's so good...' He curses, staring down at me with lidded eyes, his blue irises hazy with lust.

I can feel him getting close, so I pull back, letting his cock drop from my mouth. He almost cries out in disappointment, panic brightening his gaze for a brief second.

'W-what are you doing?' He stammers, trying to tug me closer again.

I give him a shit-eating grin and lean in, licking a long stripe along the underside of his cock. He gasps, looking confused once more. Taking pity on him, I twirl my tongue over his tip before speaking again.

'I think you need to go deeper, doctor.'

He frowns, only for his expression to go blank, his hand flying to his mouth as I slowly but surely take him straight to the back of my throat.