[fanfiction] We'd All Be Worse Without a Nurse
Title: We'd All Be Worse Without a Nurse
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elison Kim/Alexander Lee Eusebio
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Somewhat kinky smut, a considerable amount of smut. Thematic crossdressing. Yeah, baby.
Summary: Eli, poor thing, is apparently sick. What should be done about that?
N/A: Alternative ending to Daydreaming. This is a little embarrassing, but I openly blame it on Eli and Alexander being always so sexually tense around each other. It gets me nervous, guys, solve that already );
Eli wanted to protest. He tried doing so, but his indignant cries were majorly ignored. Soohyun had even shot him a nice, understanding smile but still gently baited his opinions away.
“It’s ok if you need to rest, you’re sick, you don’t have to work today, alright?” he cooed with a soft reassuring pat on the back. Eli opened his mouth but he walked off and closed the door behind him. “Take it easy,” he said loudly on the corridor, leaving Eli alone in the dressing room. He was sure he heard the sound of the door being closed, since he had attempted two times before to go back to the rehearsing room.
But he was not sick.
His group mates were worrying about his spacing out lately. Sure he had always been pretty airy, but it was getting worse and he’d just stare at a spot on the floor or at someone’s face for a long time without saying a word now, and when he got asked something or was shook into reality, he just blinked his eyes vaguely and asked what was wrong.
“You’re wrong,” Dongho had said, clearly annoyed, after the fourth time he did it around him. And since Dongho felt perturbed by it, the whole group decided they couldn’t take it any longer, so they diagnosed him with a disease they thought of themselves and stated he needed to rest and drink fluids whenever he came to the training. He was slightly irritated at their ignorance.
Of course he wouldn’t say he’d been having musings about Alexander and him and inappropriate scenarios and heavenly short skirts, but still, he felt the right to be annoyed. While being alone, he wanted to steal Dongho’s DS and spend his entire free afternoon playing with it, just for the pleasure of sweet revenge. But he didn’t like the games he had so he just got Kibum’s iPod and shuffled through the artists’ menu, occasionally finding something of his interest.
“Eli?” called a voice from the other side of the door. He plugged one earphone out.
“Yes?”
“Are you feeling better?” asked Alexander, seeming to be hesitating at something. Eli stared at a tiny dot on the ceiling, feeling quite impatient already, but deciding to play along.
“A little,” he said.
“Oh,” the other one said through the door. “That’s good. I’m going back to rehearse now, ok?” he didn’t wait for an answer. “Take care, Eli.”
“I will, hyung,” he raised his voice slightly to be heard by the other one, not wanting him to think he wasn’t glad he worried. But the answer to that didn’t came, so Eli thought he’d just walked away without hearing his reply, getting a little sad.
Going back to the ballad album he was listening to, he made himself more comfortable on the couch and let his eyelids fall closed. Maybe having a day off wouldn’t be that bad, he thought, feeling his mind start to shut down and sleep take him completely.
Knock, knock.
Squirming a little, he reluctantly opened one eye. “Who’s it?” he asked grumpily.
“Eli sshi?” he found the politeness a little weird. “I’m here because of your appointment.”
Sitting up, Eli stared at the door with furrowed brows. Had the guys called a doctor for him? Wasn’t that taking it a little too far?
“I-I don’t have the key, I’m locked here.”
“Oh,” said the unrecognizable voice with a trace of enlightenment. “I have it with me, I just wanted to make sure I could come in. May I?”
Giving a positive response, Eli straightened himself up to welcome the doctor. Seriously, that was going too far, they should stop stressing over nothing. The door lock clicked when the key rolled it open and there was a pause before the knob was turned. From what Eli could tell from the clothes, it was not a doctor, but a nurse. Her hair was very short, and the upper side of her head was hid under a white headband with a red cross on it. The white dress she had on was very revealing in its composure, not showing any skin, but distractingly tight around her moderately sinuous body. As it ended on her knees, there were white stockings covering her legs all the way down to the regular white shoes. She had a writing board on one hand and a first aid kit on the other and a stethoscope around her neck and walked very prettily inside, resting the kit on the floor to close the door behind her, making sure to lock it.
And there was one more particularity. She was a he and he only knew it because it was, he noticed with an obvious gasp, no one other than Alexander.
“Eli sshi, you’re worrying your friends a lot, carrying on such unhealthy habits lately,” he said with a warm smile as if it was entirely normal to dress as a girl and just act like he actually was a nurse. “Turn that off,” he pointed to Kibum’s iPod and he fidgeted with it before finally turning it off, placing it aside carelessly.
“W-what-?” he tried to ask what he was doing, why he was doing it but couldn’t make it out of his throat.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said with a small laugh, putting a hand to his forehead. “I’m such an air head. Coming in here this rudely and not even introducing myself,” he neared him and put her box on the floor again, placing the board on top of it. “I’m Alexander, the nurse that was sent here to take care of your body functions,” he acted as if he and Eli hadn’t been band mates for the past two years.
He didn’t leave much room for Eli to make things clear in his own head. “Seems like our patient has not been feeling well lately,” he said in a disapproving tone, shaking his head sadly at Eli, before replacing it with a bright smile, bending forward and ruffling his hair affectionately. “But I’ll take care of that. Eli sshi will feel very brand new after this session.”
“Why are you calling me like that?” he asked weakly, a little confused by this behavior. Alexander, who had just picked his board up to check the file that was clipped onto it, raised surprised eyes to Eli and gave a polite laugh.
“How else am I supposed to refer to my patient?” he asked simply and Eli would laugh at him if he didn’t feel that it was Alexander who was making fun of him. “Now,” he knelt before Eli, who jerked back on the couch, a little too aware, “shall we begin?” and opened the kit, taking out of it a tongue depressor and a small flashlight and turning to Eli with his unchanging soft smile.
In spite of being unwilling, Eli opened his mouth a little and let him do whatever he thought he was doing, pushing his tongue down and inspecting his throat with an analyzing expression. Saying it was fine, he took the depressor out and moved the flashlight to his eyes, moving Eli’s chin down so he could have a better look at each of his pupils, their faces too close for comfort.
When Alexander shoved a thermometer into his mouth, Eli found himself staring down at his clothing, surprised at how his mind seemed to perfectly imagine him in female outfits. His mind, because that clearly had to be another dream. Or would Alexander actually show up in those clothes, calling him like that and now taking a look at the indicator to see if he had any fever? Surely not.
Alexander hummed quietly with a frown, puckering his lips a little in deep thought. “This is weird,” he tapped his index finger to his lips. “Oh, well, let’s move on,” he got to his feet and looked at Eli kindly, placing the thermometer back into its case. “Would you take your shirt off, Eli sshi?”
“Already?” Eli blurted out and Alexander shot him an inquiring look. “I-I mean,” he smiled weakly, “what for?”
The nurse or whatsoever raised his stethoscope. “I have to check your heartbeats,” he explained with the soft expression a teacher would use around a particularly ungifted student.
Face reddening in embarrassment because he’d thought something completely different, Eli yanked his shirt up, glad he could use something as a distraction. He thought he probably shouldn’t quicken the dream’s flow and just sit back and let things happen naturally. Alexander placed the ear plugs in place and pressed the cold instrument against Eli’s chest, his hands briefly touching the skin, making Eli jump.
“Inhale,” he commanded and Eli filled his lungs rapidly, “now exhale,” and het let it all out in a hot puff of air. Alexander repeated the instructions and Eli complied again, before the boy looked at the chest before him, eyes covered with doubts. “Your heart is too accelerated,” he tilted his head up and directed his round, curious eyes to Eli. “Why? Are you nervous?”
Muttering disconnected words, Eli just felt his face get warmer and Alexander’s eyes were piercing him, he noticed, feeling a slight discomfort in his pants and already panicking because of it. They were so close that it was just a matter of shooting the quickest glance down and Alexander would realize it. And he was less than relaxed when Alexander moved forward and the moist tip of his tongue met Eli’s flesh, mouth agape in ultimate shock.
“It keeps getting faster, Eli sshi,” he breathed out against his nipple, flicking his tongue against it and making Eli let out a small grunt. “Do you feel,” he paused to suck at a spot in the middle of his thorax, “unwell in anyway?” He made wet sounds while kissing his chest and smacked his lips against the now slick skin, one hand firmly holding the stethoscope in place, the other stroking Eli’s arm evenly. Not knowing what to do, Eli just shook his head, face bright red by then, and balled his hands, diving them into the couch’ cushions.
Alexander looked up again, taking the stethoscope out of his ears, and bent over, making Eli push back into the couch and placing both hands against him, the inquisitive, innocent eyes never leaving him. “I don’t get it. If you are fine, then what is your problem?” he rested his chin on Eli’s stomach before letting out a muffled gasp and jumping back slightly. Eli wanted to hide in embarrassment, knowing that Alexander had felt it.
Aiming his sight directly at the bulge in Eli’s pants, his lips parted a little in surprise. “Eli sshi, I didn’t know you were having inappropriate thoughts now,” he exclaimed in a somewhat outraged tone. However, his fingers travelled up Eli’s legs and slid slowly against his inner thighs before cupping the erection through the pants, giving it a slight squeeze that had Eli breathless. “While I was so seriously examining you,” he sighed, face in disharmony with his actions as used both hands to create some friction on Eli’s pants. “Tsc, tsc. You were a very, very bad boy today, Eli sshi.”
His disapproving face stiffened as he opened Eli’s zipper and yanked the pants down, letting out yet another upset sigh, eyeing Eli in rehearsed reprehension. “And now I’m all aroused myself,” he palmed the outline of Eli’s cock and tugged a little angrily at the erection. “You should be punished, don’t you think?”
Eli grunted and bucked his hips into his hands, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. Alexander’s hands left him as he went to get something in his kit and Eli could see what could only be a lube tube, because he’d know what those looked like. When Alexander pulled his boxers to his knees, he widened his eyes, not quite sure he wanted to know what that punishment would be, after all.
Seeing the boy pointedly close his legs in a second, Alexander raised an eyebrow and parted them again. When he realized what the boy had thought of, he laughed in the back of his throat. “I’m not going to finger you, if that’s what you thought, Eli sshi,” he explained, sneering at the boys noticeably relieved face. Pouring some of the liquid into his hands, he eyed Eli. “The punishment will be not letting you come in my mouth. You don’t know how sincerely pitiful it is, but believe, you’re missing on something,” and he pumped Eli fast, way too fast, feeling satisfied to see his jaw drop and he gasp for air and not finding it. “Shouldn’t have been so indelicate to such a hard worker like me, should you?”
Giving up on breathing, Eli tried to make Alexander stop because it was too much, too quick and, as his fingers grasped at the waggling wrists, the hands left him and he panted heavily, partly relieved, partly agonizing, because now he was even needier for release, his hard on feeling something around aching already.
“Ho-how did you do this?” he asked between gulps of air, looking into Alexander, who gazed at him with a glint to his eyes.
“Practice makes it perfect,” the boy answered and got to his knee, eyeing Eli from a superior position in an intimidating manner. “Now, that you already have learned your lesson,” he caressed Eli’s jaw, the soft smile back and the mood swing was a little spooky, “be a sweetheart and lean back on the couch, ok? I’ll treat you now.”
After Eli laid down, Alexander pulled his tight skirt up in order to be able to part his legs, revealing to be pretty much naked under it, which wasn’t that much of a surprise by now, and knelt above him, knees by each side of his waist.
“This will take only a while, Eli sshi, please be patient,” he said quietly as he poured more lube into his right hand fingers and bent forward, reaching his dry hand out to the couch’s armrest for support. Eli’s half lidded eyes watched him closely, their faces inches away from each other and Alexander put a hand between his legs and sucked his lower lip past his teeth. It took Eli about a minute to understand what he was doing.
He wanted to touch him, to let his fingers feel the nylon of his stockings and the soft skin beneath it, but didn’t, afraid of what his reaction would be like. Alexander whimpered and rolled his hips back into his own hand, seeming to have trouble.
“Do you need, um, help or anything?” Eli said in a strangled voice as the boy’s cheeks turned red and he made a sexy noise.
“It’s alright, I got this,” he answered and finally seemed satisfied with his doings and Eli could see he moved his hand more freely. When he closed his eyes and moaned a little, Eli figured there would be nothing wrong if he reached down and- Without even completing his thought, he let his hands fall to his own hips and carefully slid them to his crotch and he wanted to do it so bad, with Alexander’s high pitched, whiny moans making him almost squirm for contact. “No,” came the soft voice in the interval between his purrs. “Be a good boy and put your hands back up. Don’t make me leave you to finish this by yourself, Eli s-,” and the honorific was confused with a sudden loud mewl.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Eli complied with a pout. It was painful, so painful and Alexander was right there and wouldn’t do a thing about it. It took Alexander hours until he finally pulled his fingers out with an exhausted sigh and, hadn’t Eli looked down to see check if he was still hard, he would’ve believed Alexander had finished without him.
“Ok, so, tell me, Eli sshi,” he cooed, voice still panty, looking at him with his dark eyes that still seemed so round, “where does it hurt?”
Eli made a face and jerked his hips up, making their erections meet. Alexander did not approve of such an answer and put a hand over his chest, pushing it down. The hand gently trailed a path down to Eli’s slick length and got a loose hold of it and Eli hissed blissfully.
“Oh, so it is here?” he tried and a sort of slutty smile crept up his face when Eli nodded, eyes glued to his and lips parted in anticipation. “Do you want me to make it stop hurting?”
“Ah, yes, please,” he asked, voice dripping with anxiety and impatience. When Alexander just slowly stroked him once, something occurred to him, something that could speed things up. “…nurse.”
Alexander was more than pleased with that, half gaping, half sneering at Eli. “Eli sshi is such a naughty boy,” the sly grin widened when he straightened up and above Eli’s groin. “But since it’s my job to make him feel good, I guess I have no other option.”
Not able to keep himself from letting a small chuckle out himself, Eli shifted on the couch to make himself more comfortable. As Alexander lowered his hips, he felt bold enough to finally feel his thighs, varying from the silky skin to the stockings that made his legs feel warmer under his touch. It seemed like Alexander had done such a great job of readying himself it wasn’t that hard for him to make their hips meet again. Maybe the fact they were both practically dripping with coat helped in any way.
His hands quickly moved to Alexander’s waist and down to the hips, and he loved the sensation of feeling them grind down against his, which made him feel weirdly powerful. A long groan left Alexander’s throat through his reddened, wet lips, and he grasped the back rest of the couch for support, gradually speeding his bounces.
As he started to lose control and just go faster, he started making almost all the way off of Eli and then bump down again and Eli was so close to roaming when he did it. Feeling tired but delighted and greedy, Alexander let his head fall back, his sweaty bangs falling off of his face, except the ones that were already glued to his forehead. Eli licked his lips, doing anything but keeping coherent, only able to hear Alexander cry his name out, no honorifics included, and joined him, calling out for his.
Alexander was exhausted, he couldn’t keep the pace for longer, nor could he detain the orgasm that seemed like tickling his senses. He bended over for support and planted both hands to the boy’s chest, chin hanging and he looked down into Eli’s cloudy eyes, giving a quick, shaky smile at him when Eli squeezed his hips encouragingly.
“Alexan-,” he gasped out but couldn’t say the whole name. “I’m, ah, goi-” but he couldn’t speak clearly anymore, so he was glad when Alexander nodded and just kept riding him. Four more bounces and Eli spilled himself inside him, and just acknowledging that brought Alexander to his release, which ended up landing on Eli’s stomach.
They swallowed and tried to calm down and breathe normally again, but it proved to be a harder task than what it seemed. Alexander slowly left Eli’s softened length, resisting the urge to just let himself fall over Eli’s idle body and taking tissues out of his box with a careless hand.
“Here, let me wipe this off,” he baited Eli’s fingers away from his stomach and collected the semen with a cringe.
“That’s yours, you know?” Eli chuckled tiredly when Alexander held the dirty tissue with the tips of his fingers and threw it aside before pushing his skirt back down. He shrugged.
“Doesn’t make it any less gross,” he said stubbornly and Eli was about to mention a whole list of much more nauseating things Alexander hand done in the previous minutes, but was too tired to say it and just let his head fall back and try to sleep a little. He wouldn’t argue with an object of his imagination.
Seconds later he woke up, feeling fully dressed and clean and whimpered sleepily, kicking his feet up, a bit frustrated, having sort of wished it had been real.
“Ouch,” a voice close to him muttered indignantly.
He opened his eyes and saw brown, straight hair and a white headband with a red cross. Was that one of those not so funny sequences of cartoons in which you dream inside another dream?
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Alexander chirped with a flashy hand movement, supporting his upper weight on his elbows so he could look at Eli properly. He acted… normal again. “Though it’s probably night now.”
“What are- Why are-Wasn’t it- But how-?” Eli had a vague suspicion he was hyperventilating. Alexander eyed him in panic.
“Calm down,” he urged in a soothing tone, taking the headband off of his hair. When he sat up, Eli saw he was wearing the same dress and the same stocking and that was so weird. “Answering your half questions,” he cleared his throat. “First, I’m indeed dressed as a nurse and this dress feels way too tight on my hips,” he made a face. “Second, I’m here in this outfit because you actually dirty talked to me during your last, um, musing,” it was more of a question, but he shook his head and went on,” whatever. It was a lot weird because you can’t dirty talk to someone while not having sex with them, so I found out you were dreaming about me all this time. And the scenario seemed to be pretty kinky. Was I a cheerleader or something?” he raised an eyebrow and Eli’s face went red because he actually recalled that one. “Third, no, it wasn’t a dream, duh,” a little chuckled left his lips as he tapped his own forehead, implying Eli was moronic. “And lastly, it was easy to arrange everything. Kiseop and Kevin were so pure minded they didn’t even dream I was going to sex you up. Or did you sex me up? I don’t know. Soohyun and Kibum asked for details in exchange for letting me be alone with you and Dongho…” he turned very thoughtful, “he just smiled slowly at me and said he’d talk to me later,” he shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. But that’s the whole thing.”
Eli tried to digest the fast words and blinked a little.
“But why did you do… all of this?”
“I thought I would look good as a nurse,” he said cheekily before laughing cutely at his own idiocy. “No, I was feeling sorry for you. You couldn’t even talk to me anymore, I thought this would help. And I had fun, too,” he wiggled his eyebrows before letting a little embarrassed yell out and covered his face while giggling. Eli smiled back at him, but there was one thing…
“How did you come up with all those things to do and, well, say?” he uttered, blushing a little.
Alexander’s face went from giggly to blank and then a wicked smile played on his face.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Eli,” the smile turned into a leering grin. “But I would love to fix that up anytime.”
Group: U-Kiss
Pairing: Elison Kim/Alexander Lee Eusebio
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Somewhat kinky smut, a considerable amount of smut. Thematic crossdressing. Yeah, baby.
Summary: Eli, poor thing, is apparently sick. What should be done about that?
N/A: Alternative ending to Daydreaming. This is a little embarrassing, but I openly blame it on Eli and Alexander being always so sexually tense around each other. It gets me nervous, guys, solve that already );
Eli wanted to protest. He tried doing so, but his indignant cries were majorly ignored. Soohyun had even shot him a nice, understanding smile but still gently baited his opinions away.
“It’s ok if you need to rest, you’re sick, you don’t have to work today, alright?” he cooed with a soft reassuring pat on the back. Eli opened his mouth but he walked off and closed the door behind him. “Take it easy,” he said loudly on the corridor, leaving Eli alone in the dressing room. He was sure he heard the sound of the door being closed, since he had attempted two times before to go back to the rehearsing room.
But he was not sick.
His group mates were worrying about his spacing out lately. Sure he had always been pretty airy, but it was getting worse and he’d just stare at a spot on the floor or at someone’s face for a long time without saying a word now, and when he got asked something or was shook into reality, he just blinked his eyes vaguely and asked what was wrong.
“You’re wrong,” Dongho had said, clearly annoyed, after the fourth time he did it around him. And since Dongho felt perturbed by it, the whole group decided they couldn’t take it any longer, so they diagnosed him with a disease they thought of themselves and stated he needed to rest and drink fluids whenever he came to the training. He was slightly irritated at their ignorance.
Of course he wouldn’t say he’d been having musings about Alexander and him and inappropriate scenarios and heavenly short skirts, but still, he felt the right to be annoyed. While being alone, he wanted to steal Dongho’s DS and spend his entire free afternoon playing with it, just for the pleasure of sweet revenge. But he didn’t like the games he had so he just got Kibum’s iPod and shuffled through the artists’ menu, occasionally finding something of his interest.
“Eli?” called a voice from the other side of the door. He plugged one earphone out.
“Yes?”
“Are you feeling better?” asked Alexander, seeming to be hesitating at something. Eli stared at a tiny dot on the ceiling, feeling quite impatient already, but deciding to play along.
“A little,” he said.
“Oh,” the other one said through the door. “That’s good. I’m going back to rehearse now, ok?” he didn’t wait for an answer. “Take care, Eli.”
“I will, hyung,” he raised his voice slightly to be heard by the other one, not wanting him to think he wasn’t glad he worried. But the answer to that didn’t came, so Eli thought he’d just walked away without hearing his reply, getting a little sad.
Going back to the ballad album he was listening to, he made himself more comfortable on the couch and let his eyelids fall closed. Maybe having a day off wouldn’t be that bad, he thought, feeling his mind start to shut down and sleep take him completely.
Knock, knock.
Squirming a little, he reluctantly opened one eye. “Who’s it?” he asked grumpily.
“Eli sshi?” he found the politeness a little weird. “I’m here because of your appointment.”
Sitting up, Eli stared at the door with furrowed brows. Had the guys called a doctor for him? Wasn’t that taking it a little too far?
“I-I don’t have the key, I’m locked here.”
“Oh,” said the unrecognizable voice with a trace of enlightenment. “I have it with me, I just wanted to make sure I could come in. May I?”
Giving a positive response, Eli straightened himself up to welcome the doctor. Seriously, that was going too far, they should stop stressing over nothing. The door lock clicked when the key rolled it open and there was a pause before the knob was turned. From what Eli could tell from the clothes, it was not a doctor, but a nurse. Her hair was very short, and the upper side of her head was hid under a white headband with a red cross on it. The white dress she had on was very revealing in its composure, not showing any skin, but distractingly tight around her moderately sinuous body. As it ended on her knees, there were white stockings covering her legs all the way down to the regular white shoes. She had a writing board on one hand and a first aid kit on the other and a stethoscope around her neck and walked very prettily inside, resting the kit on the floor to close the door behind her, making sure to lock it.
And there was one more particularity. She was a he and he only knew it because it was, he noticed with an obvious gasp, no one other than Alexander.
“Eli sshi, you’re worrying your friends a lot, carrying on such unhealthy habits lately,” he said with a warm smile as if it was entirely normal to dress as a girl and just act like he actually was a nurse. “Turn that off,” he pointed to Kibum’s iPod and he fidgeted with it before finally turning it off, placing it aside carelessly.
“W-what-?” he tried to ask what he was doing, why he was doing it but couldn’t make it out of his throat.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said with a small laugh, putting a hand to his forehead. “I’m such an air head. Coming in here this rudely and not even introducing myself,” he neared him and put her box on the floor again, placing the board on top of it. “I’m Alexander, the nurse that was sent here to take care of your body functions,” he acted as if he and Eli hadn’t been band mates for the past two years.
He didn’t leave much room for Eli to make things clear in his own head. “Seems like our patient has not been feeling well lately,” he said in a disapproving tone, shaking his head sadly at Eli, before replacing it with a bright smile, bending forward and ruffling his hair affectionately. “But I’ll take care of that. Eli sshi will feel very brand new after this session.”
“Why are you calling me like that?” he asked weakly, a little confused by this behavior. Alexander, who had just picked his board up to check the file that was clipped onto it, raised surprised eyes to Eli and gave a polite laugh.
“How else am I supposed to refer to my patient?” he asked simply and Eli would laugh at him if he didn’t feel that it was Alexander who was making fun of him. “Now,” he knelt before Eli, who jerked back on the couch, a little too aware, “shall we begin?” and opened the kit, taking out of it a tongue depressor and a small flashlight and turning to Eli with his unchanging soft smile.
In spite of being unwilling, Eli opened his mouth a little and let him do whatever he thought he was doing, pushing his tongue down and inspecting his throat with an analyzing expression. Saying it was fine, he took the depressor out and moved the flashlight to his eyes, moving Eli’s chin down so he could have a better look at each of his pupils, their faces too close for comfort.
When Alexander shoved a thermometer into his mouth, Eli found himself staring down at his clothing, surprised at how his mind seemed to perfectly imagine him in female outfits. His mind, because that clearly had to be another dream. Or would Alexander actually show up in those clothes, calling him like that and now taking a look at the indicator to see if he had any fever? Surely not.
Alexander hummed quietly with a frown, puckering his lips a little in deep thought. “This is weird,” he tapped his index finger to his lips. “Oh, well, let’s move on,” he got to his feet and looked at Eli kindly, placing the thermometer back into its case. “Would you take your shirt off, Eli sshi?”
“Already?” Eli blurted out and Alexander shot him an inquiring look. “I-I mean,” he smiled weakly, “what for?”
The nurse or whatsoever raised his stethoscope. “I have to check your heartbeats,” he explained with the soft expression a teacher would use around a particularly ungifted student.
Face reddening in embarrassment because he’d thought something completely different, Eli yanked his shirt up, glad he could use something as a distraction. He thought he probably shouldn’t quicken the dream’s flow and just sit back and let things happen naturally. Alexander placed the ear plugs in place and pressed the cold instrument against Eli’s chest, his hands briefly touching the skin, making Eli jump.
“Inhale,” he commanded and Eli filled his lungs rapidly, “now exhale,” and het let it all out in a hot puff of air. Alexander repeated the instructions and Eli complied again, before the boy looked at the chest before him, eyes covered with doubts. “Your heart is too accelerated,” he tilted his head up and directed his round, curious eyes to Eli. “Why? Are you nervous?”
Muttering disconnected words, Eli just felt his face get warmer and Alexander’s eyes were piercing him, he noticed, feeling a slight discomfort in his pants and already panicking because of it. They were so close that it was just a matter of shooting the quickest glance down and Alexander would realize it. And he was less than relaxed when Alexander moved forward and the moist tip of his tongue met Eli’s flesh, mouth agape in ultimate shock.
“It keeps getting faster, Eli sshi,” he breathed out against his nipple, flicking his tongue against it and making Eli let out a small grunt. “Do you feel,” he paused to suck at a spot in the middle of his thorax, “unwell in anyway?” He made wet sounds while kissing his chest and smacked his lips against the now slick skin, one hand firmly holding the stethoscope in place, the other stroking Eli’s arm evenly. Not knowing what to do, Eli just shook his head, face bright red by then, and balled his hands, diving them into the couch’ cushions.
Alexander looked up again, taking the stethoscope out of his ears, and bent over, making Eli push back into the couch and placing both hands against him, the inquisitive, innocent eyes never leaving him. “I don’t get it. If you are fine, then what is your problem?” he rested his chin on Eli’s stomach before letting out a muffled gasp and jumping back slightly. Eli wanted to hide in embarrassment, knowing that Alexander had felt it.
Aiming his sight directly at the bulge in Eli’s pants, his lips parted a little in surprise. “Eli sshi, I didn’t know you were having inappropriate thoughts now,” he exclaimed in a somewhat outraged tone. However, his fingers travelled up Eli’s legs and slid slowly against his inner thighs before cupping the erection through the pants, giving it a slight squeeze that had Eli breathless. “While I was so seriously examining you,” he sighed, face in disharmony with his actions as used both hands to create some friction on Eli’s pants. “Tsc, tsc. You were a very, very bad boy today, Eli sshi.”
His disapproving face stiffened as he opened Eli’s zipper and yanked the pants down, letting out yet another upset sigh, eyeing Eli in rehearsed reprehension. “And now I’m all aroused myself,” he palmed the outline of Eli’s cock and tugged a little angrily at the erection. “You should be punished, don’t you think?”
Eli grunted and bucked his hips into his hands, which was apparently the wrong thing to do. Alexander’s hands left him as he went to get something in his kit and Eli could see what could only be a lube tube, because he’d know what those looked like. When Alexander pulled his boxers to his knees, he widened his eyes, not quite sure he wanted to know what that punishment would be, after all.
Seeing the boy pointedly close his legs in a second, Alexander raised an eyebrow and parted them again. When he realized what the boy had thought of, he laughed in the back of his throat. “I’m not going to finger you, if that’s what you thought, Eli sshi,” he explained, sneering at the boys noticeably relieved face. Pouring some of the liquid into his hands, he eyed Eli. “The punishment will be not letting you come in my mouth. You don’t know how sincerely pitiful it is, but believe, you’re missing on something,” and he pumped Eli fast, way too fast, feeling satisfied to see his jaw drop and he gasp for air and not finding it. “Shouldn’t have been so indelicate to such a hard worker like me, should you?”
Giving up on breathing, Eli tried to make Alexander stop because it was too much, too quick and, as his fingers grasped at the waggling wrists, the hands left him and he panted heavily, partly relieved, partly agonizing, because now he was even needier for release, his hard on feeling something around aching already.
“Ho-how did you do this?” he asked between gulps of air, looking into Alexander, who gazed at him with a glint to his eyes.
“Practice makes it perfect,” the boy answered and got to his knee, eyeing Eli from a superior position in an intimidating manner. “Now, that you already have learned your lesson,” he caressed Eli’s jaw, the soft smile back and the mood swing was a little spooky, “be a sweetheart and lean back on the couch, ok? I’ll treat you now.”
After Eli laid down, Alexander pulled his tight skirt up in order to be able to part his legs, revealing to be pretty much naked under it, which wasn’t that much of a surprise by now, and knelt above him, knees by each side of his waist.
“This will take only a while, Eli sshi, please be patient,” he said quietly as he poured more lube into his right hand fingers and bent forward, reaching his dry hand out to the couch’s armrest for support. Eli’s half lidded eyes watched him closely, their faces inches away from each other and Alexander put a hand between his legs and sucked his lower lip past his teeth. It took Eli about a minute to understand what he was doing.
He wanted to touch him, to let his fingers feel the nylon of his stockings and the soft skin beneath it, but didn’t, afraid of what his reaction would be like. Alexander whimpered and rolled his hips back into his own hand, seeming to have trouble.
“Do you need, um, help or anything?” Eli said in a strangled voice as the boy’s cheeks turned red and he made a sexy noise.
“It’s alright, I got this,” he answered and finally seemed satisfied with his doings and Eli could see he moved his hand more freely. When he closed his eyes and moaned a little, Eli figured there would be nothing wrong if he reached down and- Without even completing his thought, he let his hands fall to his own hips and carefully slid them to his crotch and he wanted to do it so bad, with Alexander’s high pitched, whiny moans making him almost squirm for contact. “No,” came the soft voice in the interval between his purrs. “Be a good boy and put your hands back up. Don’t make me leave you to finish this by yourself, Eli s-,” and the honorific was confused with a sudden loud mewl.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Eli complied with a pout. It was painful, so painful and Alexander was right there and wouldn’t do a thing about it. It took Alexander hours until he finally pulled his fingers out with an exhausted sigh and, hadn’t Eli looked down to see check if he was still hard, he would’ve believed Alexander had finished without him.
“Ok, so, tell me, Eli sshi,” he cooed, voice still panty, looking at him with his dark eyes that still seemed so round, “where does it hurt?”
Eli made a face and jerked his hips up, making their erections meet. Alexander did not approve of such an answer and put a hand over his chest, pushing it down. The hand gently trailed a path down to Eli’s slick length and got a loose hold of it and Eli hissed blissfully.
“Oh, so it is here?” he tried and a sort of slutty smile crept up his face when Eli nodded, eyes glued to his and lips parted in anticipation. “Do you want me to make it stop hurting?”
“Ah, yes, please,” he asked, voice dripping with anxiety and impatience. When Alexander just slowly stroked him once, something occurred to him, something that could speed things up. “…nurse.”
Alexander was more than pleased with that, half gaping, half sneering at Eli. “Eli sshi is such a naughty boy,” the sly grin widened when he straightened up and above Eli’s groin. “But since it’s my job to make him feel good, I guess I have no other option.”
Not able to keep himself from letting a small chuckle out himself, Eli shifted on the couch to make himself more comfortable. As Alexander lowered his hips, he felt bold enough to finally feel his thighs, varying from the silky skin to the stockings that made his legs feel warmer under his touch. It seemed like Alexander had done such a great job of readying himself it wasn’t that hard for him to make their hips meet again. Maybe the fact they were both practically dripping with coat helped in any way.
His hands quickly moved to Alexander’s waist and down to the hips, and he loved the sensation of feeling them grind down against his, which made him feel weirdly powerful. A long groan left Alexander’s throat through his reddened, wet lips, and he grasped the back rest of the couch for support, gradually speeding his bounces.
As he started to lose control and just go faster, he started making almost all the way off of Eli and then bump down again and Eli was so close to roaming when he did it. Feeling tired but delighted and greedy, Alexander let his head fall back, his sweaty bangs falling off of his face, except the ones that were already glued to his forehead. Eli licked his lips, doing anything but keeping coherent, only able to hear Alexander cry his name out, no honorifics included, and joined him, calling out for his.
Alexander was exhausted, he couldn’t keep the pace for longer, nor could he detain the orgasm that seemed like tickling his senses. He bended over for support and planted both hands to the boy’s chest, chin hanging and he looked down into Eli’s cloudy eyes, giving a quick, shaky smile at him when Eli squeezed his hips encouragingly.
“Alexan-,” he gasped out but couldn’t say the whole name. “I’m, ah, goi-” but he couldn’t speak clearly anymore, so he was glad when Alexander nodded and just kept riding him. Four more bounces and Eli spilled himself inside him, and just acknowledging that brought Alexander to his release, which ended up landing on Eli’s stomach.
They swallowed and tried to calm down and breathe normally again, but it proved to be a harder task than what it seemed. Alexander slowly left Eli’s softened length, resisting the urge to just let himself fall over Eli’s idle body and taking tissues out of his box with a careless hand.
“Here, let me wipe this off,” he baited Eli’s fingers away from his stomach and collected the semen with a cringe.
“That’s yours, you know?” Eli chuckled tiredly when Alexander held the dirty tissue with the tips of his fingers and threw it aside before pushing his skirt back down. He shrugged.
“Doesn’t make it any less gross,” he said stubbornly and Eli was about to mention a whole list of much more nauseating things Alexander hand done in the previous minutes, but was too tired to say it and just let his head fall back and try to sleep a little. He wouldn’t argue with an object of his imagination.
Seconds later he woke up, feeling fully dressed and clean and whimpered sleepily, kicking his feet up, a bit frustrated, having sort of wished it had been real.
“Ouch,” a voice close to him muttered indignantly.
He opened his eyes and saw brown, straight hair and a white headband with a red cross. Was that one of those not so funny sequences of cartoons in which you dream inside another dream?
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Alexander chirped with a flashy hand movement, supporting his upper weight on his elbows so he could look at Eli properly. He acted… normal again. “Though it’s probably night now.”
“What are- Why are-Wasn’t it- But how-?” Eli had a vague suspicion he was hyperventilating. Alexander eyed him in panic.
“Calm down,” he urged in a soothing tone, taking the headband off of his hair. When he sat up, Eli saw he was wearing the same dress and the same stocking and that was so weird. “Answering your half questions,” he cleared his throat. “First, I’m indeed dressed as a nurse and this dress feels way too tight on my hips,” he made a face. “Second, I’m here in this outfit because you actually dirty talked to me during your last, um, musing,” it was more of a question, but he shook his head and went on,” whatever. It was a lot weird because you can’t dirty talk to someone while not having sex with them, so I found out you were dreaming about me all this time. And the scenario seemed to be pretty kinky. Was I a cheerleader or something?” he raised an eyebrow and Eli’s face went red because he actually recalled that one. “Third, no, it wasn’t a dream, duh,” a little chuckled left his lips as he tapped his own forehead, implying Eli was moronic. “And lastly, it was easy to arrange everything. Kiseop and Kevin were so pure minded they didn’t even dream I was going to sex you up. Or did you sex me up? I don’t know. Soohyun and Kibum asked for details in exchange for letting me be alone with you and Dongho…” he turned very thoughtful, “he just smiled slowly at me and said he’d talk to me later,” he shrugged. “Well, I don’t know. But that’s the whole thing.”
Eli tried to digest the fast words and blinked a little.
“But why did you do… all of this?”
“I thought I would look good as a nurse,” he said cheekily before laughing cutely at his own idiocy. “No, I was feeling sorry for you. You couldn’t even talk to me anymore, I thought this would help. And I had fun, too,” he wiggled his eyebrows before letting a little embarrassed yell out and covered his face while giggling. Eli smiled back at him, but there was one thing…
“How did you come up with all those things to do and, well, say?” he uttered, blushing a little.
Alexander’s face went from giggly to blank and then a wicked smile played on his face.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Eli,” the smile turned into a leering grin. “But I would love to fix that up anytime.”