Fic: Vacuuming Sucks 1 of 1 ??
Title: Vacuuming Sucks
Authors: hickorynut, kitty_trio, lozateazer & rufferto
Fandom: Lotrips AU
Characters: Craig Parker, David Wenham, Karl Urban, Mark Ferguson, Marton Csokas
Warning: Slash, abuse of household appliances
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Word Count: 6516
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize.
Summary: Erm… four perverts ladies had nothing better to do one Saturday than to torture poor Craig and his ‘Wounded Willie’:
hickorynut: Maybe Craig needs to dance around while vacuuming naked.
hickorynut: but he'd better watch the suction...
rufferto: ouchies
kitty_trio: :))
hickorynut: might get his jewels cleaned...
hickorynut: and not in the good way!
kitty_trio: heheh....dunt like waxing???
kitty_trio: here....
kitty_trio: try this!
rufferto: Craig meets Dr. Mari
rufferto: at the hospital, after an 'accident'
hickorynut: :))
kitty_trio: LOL
kitty_trio: then has to call Mark to pick him up....
hickorynut: and ends up being in EMBARASSINGLY bad pain after he gets a stiffy from being examined by Dr. Mari
rufferto: hehe
rufferto: of course he does
kitty_trio: cos ambulance 'cuties'.....picked him up nekkid
rufferto: Craig trying to explain with very red face
hickorynut: ambulance cuties just happen to be named "Karl" and "David"
rufferto: there you go.:)
kitty_trio: heheh
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lozateazer has joined the conference.
lozateazer: Weeeeeeeee!
rufferto: lol
rufferto: interesting timing.
David eyes Karl as they get the 911 request and address. "Well, this is a first..."
Karl's lips quirk and eyes dance as he turns the bus toward the address.
David mutters under his breath, "Just behave this time." He pulls out the rubber gloves.
As a vehicle pulls up outside, an agonizing scream of "I'm DYING!" floats out the door.
"What?" Karl asks with mock innocence. "Some bloke got tired of a five-finger lover and eyed the Hoover." Chuckles follow the dark EMT as he pulls his gear from the back. His eyes roll in exasperation at the unmanly screams.
David reaches over to smack Karl upside the head as he immediately jumps out of the truck to run inside. "Bring the stretcher." He hollers at Karl.
Lips twitching and the green of his hazel eyes glinting, Karl pushes the door open and quickly glances around. Calmly he heads to the wall next to him and yanks the cord, the end of a guffaw sounds in the silence after the vacuum falls quiet. Wondering why Dave is standing stock still in the middle of the room, he turns to the 'patient.'
There's little warning as two rather handsome guys burst into his living room. Craig tries to cover himself miserably.
David tries to speak, and successfully clears his throat. "Karl, grab some of his clothing from the bedroom." He snaps. The red haired man walks over to Craig and the vacuum to bend down and remove the attachment. Unfortunately, he's not sure how to extract it from the certain organ without causing further damage. "Don't worry sir." David manages with a kind look. "Everything is going to be alright.
If the voice speaking to him didn't sound so utterly amused, Craig might feel more reassured. As it is, he's glad help is here, but self-conscious at being caught in his situation. They'd never believe the truth.
Stunned at the huge blue eyes wreathed with pain, Karl shakes his head to clear the thundering of his blood. "No... don't touch..." he thuds to his knees next to Dave. "Sir, don't move," he pulls a large scalpel from his case. When the blue-eyed beauty starts, he lays a gloved hand on a bare thigh. "Shhh, don't move, just gonna cut this away...let the doc at hospital remove it." His voice lowers to a rumbling purr.
"Oh god..." Craig gasps, closing his eyes so he won't have to watch.
David turns on his radio, "We're going to bring him in, in about 10 minutes, make sure someone is free, this needs immediate attention." His voice is very business like and he lifts kind eyes to Craig. "We'll put something on you so your neighbors don't see, ok? Try to relax."
Once the hose -well above any critical bits- is severed, Karl pats the thigh again. "Ok sir... we're gonna lift you unto the gurney...with lots of soft pillows and blanket."
"I can't," Craig whines, squirming as they try to work on him. "No offense to you guys or anything - but would you be able to calm down if you had your ... stuck in a ... and two hot guys..." If it was possible, he blushed a deeper shade of red. The hands working on him didn't help either. And the thought of being lifted. "Oh!"
David looks over at Karl. Good god, were they so damn obvious? He hoped not to normal patients, if the poor man wasn't so hot himself, Dave wouldn't be feeling as constrained as he was. He clears his throat again. "If it's any consolation, I've seen Karl naked, and he's got a hairy butt."
"Hey!" Karl thwaps Dave upside the head " 'least you can see my hair, your carrot-top blends in everywhere." he winks broadly at the gorgeous blushing man. He shuffles to one side "Dave's stronger than he looks, just hook your arms about our shoulders and we'll have you settled in a moment."
Actually forgetting about his predicament, as much as a man with a hose stuck on his cock can, Craig's eyes move back and forth between the two men, and he can see the affection between them. That also brought back the reason why he was in this predicament to begin with and he barely contained a sob as they lifted him to the stretcher.
David shoots Karl a meaningful look as they settle Craig into the stretcher. "A blanket or something. We need to get him some clothes. Sir, where do you keep your wallet? What things do you want me to get for you?"
"Wallets on top of the dresser - house keys - clothes are in the drawer..." Craig mumbles, hiding his face with an arm thrown across it.
Already tucking an extra pillow under the patient's thighs, Karl snorts at Dave's unspoken orders. A soft flannel blanket is draped from neck to toes before the taller EMT starts carefully strapping the gurney belts.
David knows Dr. Csokas is going to have his work cut out for him as the EMT goes to fetch the things and throws them into a bag. When he comes out he smiles as he sees that the blanket has been carefully placed. He gives Karl an approving smile and a promise of future 'reward'.
Smoothly Karl raises the gurney to full height mindful not to jostle the patient. He places his bag between the man's knees and looks meaningfully at Dave in turn. "Heads or tails? The faster we get him loaded, the faster Doc can free him."
If Craig could have read David's mind, he likely would have freaked at the phrase 'work cut out for him', but at the moment, he was - well, not blissfully, per se - but ignorant. "Where are you taking me? What's heads or tails? Watch where you're putting that bag!" He could probably use a sedative, he mused.
"You get tails. I'll give him something for the pain." He directs Karl as they lift the gurney in. "Don't worry, Mr. Parker. You'll be fine. Careful, Karl." He says quickly knowing how delirious the man must be. The very idea of his predicament makes David shudder.
Karl's eyes are drawn as usual to Dave's bum as he climbs in the bus and helps pull the gurney into place. Glancing down brilliant blue eyes catch him and color blooms on Karl's cheeks. "Erm, Davey'll get you locked in, and start an IV..." He ducks his head as he stows his gear. "Yeh want lights and sirens and the whole shebang?" He jokes with one last pat to the patient's foot.
"Why not?" Craig laughs, shaking his head in near miserable paranoia. "Everybody's gonna know anyway."
David works around with belts and locking in the gurney. He sets up the IV and shakes his head. "No one but us in the emergency room." He promises Craig. "Really, Dr Csokas is the best, you'll be ok."
The redhead's words go a long way to soothing Craig's fear. He offers a tentative smile, gripping the sides of the gurney as the ambulance is started and begins to move.
Karl calls in their ETA and Craig's vitals to the charge nurse. Seamlessly he drives as fast as safe to keep the bus as steady as possible. Having worked long with Dave, they know each other's habits. Checks of his rear view mirror precede letting Dave know when corners or bumps in the road are approaching.
At each corner and bump, Dave protects Craig from the brunt of it. He soothingly rubs Craig's shoulder after he gives the man something for the pain. It was light, because he knew that he could not give anything powerful but it would help. "Not long now. We'll come visit you after the doc gets done, if you want."
Knowing that there won't be anyone else to visit him, Craig nods at the suggestion. The meds have lightened his worry, and he floats along in the back of the bus.
Cranking off the lights and siren, Karl backs into the ambulance bay. He hops down and opens the back doors. A soft smile dimples his cheeks seeing Craig looking much more relaxed and even more gorgeous if possible. "Ok luv, one more short ride and Nurse Betty will take over." As he lifts the gurney to the floor he leans close. "Watch out though, she'll mother you to death if you're not careful."
David grins at Karl, knowing very well what he meant. "Ok. Here we go." He carries the bag himself so that Craig didn't feel self-conscious with it between his legs. The nurses come rushing out to help.
"We can take him into ER right away. Poor lamb." She tut-tuts.
Reaching out, Craig grasps the hand closest to his on the rail of the gurney. He turns pleading eyes to both men. "Don't leave me with them!"
"Ok lu...Sir," Karl reassures, patting the hand gripping his. "We're due our lunch break, no reason we can't spend it with you." Over Craig's head he arches a brow at Dave. Their 'usual' break when it coincides with an ER trip was a quick tryst in a lockable supply closet.
David grins at Karl. "We can do that, but you will find that Dr. Csokas doesn't like too many people milling about in his ER room. We'll be nearby and will come visit as soon as he's done with you."
"This doctor sounds like a dictator." Craig whines as the gurney is rolled over the threshold into an ER room. He gasps in pain when they go over a bump.
Karl laughs as he and Dave carefully transfer Craig to an ER bed. He motions the nurse away and takes the pillows from her hand to tuck under the patient.
Craig settles into the bed, sighing in relief as at least part of his ordeal is over.
David goes over to where there is a water cooler and brings some water over for Craig to drink. "Here, have some of this, you'll feel a little better. Don't worry, actually, Dr Csokas has a really nice butt." he winks.
Craig is able to laugh at the remark. "Good thing it's my willie in a sling and not my arse, yeah? Seein' as how you like to compare 'em so..."
"Ahem" a throat clears in the doorway.....
Craig's eyes close and his mouth stretches into a grimace as the legendary 'Dr. Csokas' enters the room.
David flushes and skitters to the side with a sheepish look. "Doctor." He lowers his lashes.
"Ah... Mr Parker, I'm glad you can find humor in life." He steps into the room ignoring the two EMTs. Kind green eyes study the young man in the bed as he listens to Karl's and the nurse's report. H snaps on gloves and sits on the low stool "Alright, may I?" he lifts a corner of the blanket in inquiry.
Craig's eyes squint open enough for him to see the doctor, and he nearly groans at the fact that his doctor has to be tall, fit and gorgeous. "Go ahead," he mumbles, entire body flushing unnaturally.
David gets out of the way, still blushing himself. He's always felt uneasy around the doctor. He's very glad Karl is nearby. Reaching over to Craig he gives the younger man's hand a squeeze and lets the doctor work. The nurse fusses a bit, but does exactly what is told. David looks up over his lashes at Karl.
After a glare and nudge of head from the Doc, Karl pushes Dave from the room. "Why must you always get us in trouble with him?" he hisses, pushing their gurney to an empty wall.
When the two talkative EMTs leave the room, Craig's attention is once more drawn back to the handsome doctor and the 'hmmming' noises he makes.
Marton sighs in relief once the boys are gone, one gorgeous young patient is bad enough, adding that randy duo is more than his libido can handle. Delicately he lifts the blanket free and gazes at the problem. Hmm-ing a number of times he lifts and peers and gently pokes and prods the area.
Chuckling to lighten the mood, Craig asks, "So - whatt'ya think, doc? Can it be saved?"
Laughing to himself, Marton rolls his eyes at the nurse's inhalation of shock. Giving her something useful to do, he rattles off a list of needed supplies. Hopefully some gel can loosen the hose, if the swelling isn't too bad.
"Normally I'd attempt to warm this..." Marton explains to Craig as he opens the sachet of lubricant. "But the cold will help swelling go down, eh?" Deep green eyes under auburn brows flick up to the patient's face.
Craig takes a deep breath, nodding and gripping the sheets as the first cold touch of lubricant touches him.
"No... breathe normally..." Marton urges, long finger spreading lube on the flesh he can reach. "Don't need you swooning from lack of oxygen to the brain."
"I think that's what caused this situation to begin with," Craig chuckles, near hysteria. The cold finger against him warms slowly, and he worries that the swelling is about to get worse rather than better.
Two spots of color bloom on the Doctor's cheeks. The more he tries to squirt lubricant under the hose...the less space he has to work with.
"Sorry," Craig grunts, trying to think of the nurse naked or anything to make the situation resolve itself.
Marton sets the empty sachet aside and strips off the gloves. Attempting to ease Mr. Parker's embarrassment, he turns to the nurse. "I was afraid of this, the tubing is too tight and restricting blood flow. Please set out the surgical kit."
Craig's grip tightens on the sheets, enough that a small ripping sound is heard in the quiet room.
Marton uses the sterile spoon-bottomed scissors to cut away as much of the hose below Craig's trapped bits. Tonelessly he encourages Craig to keep breathing, everything would be fine. More ripping is heard and Craig is shaking like a leaf. As a last resort he could administer a local anesthetic, but the shot would hurt worse than the treatment. "Nurse, go find the two EMTs...they seemed to have a calming effect on Mr. Parker."
The nurse heads off, not sure exactly where the two EMTs would get off to and is told they are on break. She starts to follow their footsteps.
"Okay Mr. Parker, the nurse is gone, you can relax now" Marton covers the patient’s lower half and pats one white-knuckled hand.
"I can't relax! I have a hose stuck on my COCK!" Craig nearly hisses.
Marton twists away and twitches the curtain open. Once beyond that slight barrier, his face contorts into silent laughter. "I'll..." He coughs and clears his throat to try and stop laughing. "I'll be right back with an anesthetic..." his footsteps quickly retreat.
Feeling utterly miserable, Craig would curl into a ball if he were able to. Unfortunately, he can't. And everyone’s laughing at him!
~*~*~
After having been expelled from the emergency room, David and Karl find themselves in need of something to do to kill time.
"I do not always get us in trouble!" David grouses as the pair argue on their way back to give the ambulance over to the next two EMTs on duty. He sticks his tongue out at Karl defensively.
"Watch it mate..." Karl growls low in his throat. Once back inside he uses the nurses’ station to complete their paperwork as Dave paces behind him. "Shit, you'd think it was your bits involved. Go check to see if our room's free, I'll be along for an examination in a shake."
David laughs softly and runs a hand down Karl's back. "Can't help but notice how gorgeous he is. You were looking too, you know." He chides over his shoulder as he saunters off, knowing how a certain way that he walks excites Karl.
Karl closes his report book and hastens down the corridor. Looking both ways, he pops into the supply closet when the coast is clear. "Mmm, looks like there is a swelling in need of attention." he leers.
"I really wish I knew what was going on in there." David wonders to himself, waiting nervously for Karl. Then his lover joins him. "Just a bit." He backs towards the corner of the supply cabinet.
Karl stalks closer to the redhead. His hand cups and then runs the length of the ridge behind Dave's trouser placket. "Show me..." he growls barely above a whisper.
David quickly unbuttons his scrub pants and lets them fall. The ridge has swollen quite a bit since Karl came into the supply cabinet after him. "Always ready for you." He whispers.
Karl's eyes glitter lustily in the room's low lighting. Grabbing a handful of 'chux' from a shelf he kneels at Dave's feet. "Good, cos you know how I like to indulge in dessert first." his tongue flicks out, laving from the root to tip of Dave's cock.
David's fingers clutch Karl's shoulders. Damn, but the other man is good, too good sometimes. His cock already fills with need. The redhead takes another breath. "I wonder if the doc is going to do anything with him before we get back there."
Karl rolls his eyes. He must be loosing his touch if Dave is still thinking of something else. Foregoing any further foreplay, his lips part and swallows Dave's cock whole. Humming as his lover's taste trickles down his throat, he pulls back sucking and swirling his tongue along Dave's length.
Whatever Dave was thinking about what was happening in the other room completely escapes from his thoughts as Karl's lips engulf him. His legs nearly buckle as he his fingers claws at his shoulders. "Karl!" He cries out, forgetting where they are.
Instead of pulling off, Karl thwaps Dave's hip in warning. They haven't been caught since the first time they found the closet. Of course Tall, Dark and Gorgeous Doc Marton was the one to catch them.
Dave squeaks and falls silent again, breathing heavily as his tries to avoid thrusting into Karl's mouth, knowing that Karl likes to take complete control over the situation and anything involving David’s cock. "Sorry..." he whispers.
Karl’s hums intensify, letting more of Dave's cock slide down his throat. His long fingers wrap around Dave's hips. His head bobs, longish hair brushing against Dave's thighs.
David whimpers, trying hard to keep himself from naturally thrusting. He knows he has to hold out as long as possible, it was a game with them. God, but the warmth is driving him crazy. Karl knows just how to push him over the edge.
~*~*~
The nurse finds Marton, "Doctor, I can't find them anywhere, but they haven't signed out!"
Having a suspicion where the duo may be, Marton tells Nurse Betty to search the cafeteria. Long legged stride eating up the distance; he heads to a storage room near the x-ray laboratory. Grinning when he hears the whimper, he schools his face into a stern countenance. The door is wrenched open, light flooding the small space. "Gentlemen...." his voice drips disapproval.
David's face drains of color when suddenly the luscious doctor is staring straight at him. Then just as quickly he goes red with embarrassment. "Er uh..." He shakes Karl slightly. "S-sir..." He clearly has no idea what to say, but his hands are working quickly to stuff himself back into his scrubs. "Wh-hat. How is..." He gulps, "The patient?"
Karl chokes when reflexively Dave jumps and his hands jerk. He pops off Dave's cock, twisting his head around. Lips full and red, he wipes precome and saliva with the back of one hand. His head spins back around to Dave's startled face.
"Nervous as all fuck, no thanks to you two. For whatever reason he's calmer with you bozos. Now get your asses back in there, or I'll administer the Novocain to your randy bits in his stead!" Pointedly avoiding either man's flushed faces... or other bits... he turns on a heel and marches away.
David arranges himself and smacks at Karl to do the same. He splashes some water on his face. "I told you he'd find us again."
"No, I told you, and you're the one who keeps tempting me every time we're here!" Karl hisses back. He shudders at the threat of the Novocain, but the thought does deflate the stiffness in his pants. Using water to slick back his hair, he mutters under his breath. "Fucking his fault... hottest doc in hospital.... fucking hot patient... and you just asking to be fucked day and night..."
"You don't make it any easier." Dave shoots back stalking out of the closet. "Walking around in the morning in those low riding pants. What am I supposed to do but think about them sliding off all day?" He wonders as they make their way back to Craig.
Returning to the treatment room, Marton smiles softly at his patient. "David and Karl are on their way. Squeeze their hands -hard as you need" He directs a scathing glare at the duo.
Dave schools his features back to a more pleasant expression as he walks into the ER room. "Hey, Craig…"
"You come back to laugh at me too?" Craig asks without opening his eyes.
Karl tuts and moves to the head of the bed. "No man, c'mon... let us see those beautiful blue eyes. Make Dave here jealous with their brilliance."
Craig opens his eyes long enough to glare at the paramedic.
Motioning Dave to assist, Marton settles back on his stool. At least Tweedle Dee's and Tweedle Dum's bickering is taking Craig's concentration off what's going on. The swelling has diminished just enough that he can slide the scissors between flesh and tubing. A feral glint splits his face when Karl groans in pain from his mashed fingers. Two snips later the hose releases the young man's member.
As soon as he feels the freedom, Craig obeys his body's instinct to curl up. Turning toward the wall, he hides his face...his much looked at bits...anything he can hide, he does.
David lets Karl hold one of Craig's hands but his own instinct is to reach up and stroke the patient's face gently. "It'll all be over soon, really, it will just be a bad memory." He soothes.
Shaking his head that the boys did have a great bedside manner, despite what they got up to on their free time, Marton clears his throat. "I've prescribed a cream to help with any abrasions. I'd recommend only loose, soft clothing. Is there someone we can call?"
"My roommate. Jeez is he going to have a field day with this..." Craig murmurs. "I'll never live this down. His number's in my wallet."
Flexing his fingers, Karl crouches to rifle through Craig's bag. "Got it... the work number or cell?" His voice is soft with concern as he looks to Dave who's still stroking Craig's hair and cheek.
"Cell." Craig answers, finally relaxing the tiniest bit.
Dave sits on the edge of the bed and nudges Craig a bit closer. "There. We'll give him a call and get you set up, ok? You don't need to stay in the hospital tonight, does he doc? The cream will make everything feel much nicer. Do you want anything to drink? I can get you something from the soda machine or coffee or tea if you'd prefer."
"I just want to go home. I want to crawl in bed and not come out for three days or for the rest of my life or until Mark at least forgets about this and you all quit laughing about it." Craig huffs.
"No, he's free to go," Marton looks up from the chart where's he's writing out his orders. "No one is laughing lad; you should see the 'accidents' that pass through these doors. Dave here will keep you company whilst Karl calls your friend." Once the taller men exit, Marton stops Karl with a hand to the middle of his chest. "Don't you ever disrespect my ER like that again," He emphasizes his point with a small shove. "Or I *will* report you two to the board." One more shove and the Doc stalks away.
David flushes at Marton's retreat. He sighs as he looks down at Craig. "The doc is gruff, but he means well. You wouldn't know it, but he has a steady boyfriend. Come on, lets get you into clothing while Karl works on getting a hold of your roommate."
Sitting up, Craig rubs at his eyes before pulling on the soft boxers and sweats David had packed. Finding his favorite tee shirt in the bottom of the bag, he smiles. "How did you know?"
"I like certain things too, and the stuff I like the most is always the easiest to find. Karl is more likely to toss any old thing anywhere." David grins as he helps Craig into the sweats. He kneels down, opening one of the pant legs.
Karl's jaw tightens but he has the grace to look abashed and nods to each of the Doc's pronouncements. Raking a hand through his hair, he sucks in a calming breath before smiling at the nurse's aid at the desk. "Let me use your phone love." He leans over the desk and dials the number on the card. "Hello, Mark Ferguson?"
"This is Mark. Who's calling?" The number that showed up on his cell was one he didn't recognize, and he didn't give out his mobile number to just anyone.
"I'm calling from St Lucy's Hospital. Your roommate, Craig Parker asked me to call. He's had a small accident and needs a ride home." Karl rushes through the explanation, already disliking the man down the line.
"Is he okay? It wasn't anything serious, was it?" Mark grabs his keys, imagining all the different trouble his roommate could be getting into. It couldn't be too serious if they were asking him to pick him up, could it?
"No, not too serious. He may be out of commission for a few days." He suppresses a nervous laugh. “My partner is helping him dress, and we'll have the take-home meds ready when you arrive." He cards his hair back again, "You may want to bring a pillow, eh."
"A pillow? What the hell did he hurt?" Mark sighs, and knows what's coming next: The guy on the phone won't tell him, confidentiality reasons. He grabs a pillow off his office couch, and heads out to his car. Whatever, he doesn’t need to hear that. “I’m on my way.” He closes his cell, and tosses his phone onto the passenger seat.
Summarily dismissed when the call ends in a dial tone, Karl stares at the phone. Fucking sanctimonious bastard. Still in possession of Craig's wallet, he plunks the scripts from the aid and stomps off in the direction of the out-patient pharmacy.
Dressed once more, Craig begins to feel human again. He still can't look anyone in the eye, though. And he squirms on the bed.
Dave reaches over to lay a hand over Craig's and smile at him. "Looks like Karl got in touch with your roommate." He indicates the other man as Karl comes back. "Is this Mark coming?"
Jaw working, Karl nods before turning to Craig. "The Doc gave you some good pain meds, want one now?" Only Dave can tell the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.
Dave looks up at Karl, giving him a questioning look, then back down at Craig. "You should take something. It must hurt."
Craig takes the offered pill, swallowing it with the water left from where David had brought it earlier. "It does hurt," he whispers beneath his breath.
Shift nearly over, Marton pulls his Blackberry from his belt. After all the luscious manflesh a good root tonight would do him a world of good. He checks his lover's schedule and dials the man's office.
David lets his hand slide down to Craig's thigh unknowingly. "What will make you feel better?" He wonders.
"To start this day all over again." Craig answers.
Karl sits on the opposite side of the narrow bed. "You sure you'll be alright with your roommate? He came off..." his fist tightens where Craig can't see it "...rather abrupt..." He notices Dave's hand and lofts an eyebrow. Always one to take in wayward souls.....
Marton keys off his 'phone when the call rolls over to voice mail. Sighing in exasperation, he consoles himself that after meeting Mark's roommate for dinner, the older men can retire to Mari's place.
Mark grumbles as he walks through the doors to the ER. Of all the days Craig could get hurt and sent here, it had to be at a time when Mari wasn't supposed to be there. Seeing his lover definitely would have made this situation better. Walking up to the front desk, he smiles at the woman there. They've talked a few times when he had come to pick up Mari in the past. "Mark! Nice to see you. Are you here to see Marton?" Mark tries to remain emotionless, but his eyes brighten a bit. "Oh, I didn't even know Mari was in...
Yeah, could you give him a page for me?"
"He'll make sure I get home okay," Craig answers, not really enjoying the thought of going home to be teased.
Marton's shoulders slump when he hears the page. Fuck, he'll never get out of here. He plods back to the ER department looking around for the activity that would signify the new patient. The back of a very familiar shape is leaning at the desk. A grin splits his face and his body springs to attention. "Since when do they allow the likes of you in here?"
Smiling brightly, Mark turns to face his boyfriend. He still isn't sure how much is appropriate in the ER waiting room. He brushes his fingers over Marton's, his eyes promising a more thorough hello once they get alone. "Since idiot roommates get themselves hurt and sent to the ER." He shrugs, and then laughs, "He must really have wanted to get out of dinner."
Blood and lust racing through his veins, Mari barely listens to Mark's words. Smiling tightly to the receptionist, he turns and calls over his shoulder, "Come to my office, we can catch up while I change." After leading Mark away, he turns left instead of right at an intersection. His 'office' (the ER doctors lounge) is not where he's headed. Not giving a thought to taking Karl to task just a half hour ago, Mari shoves Mark through the supply room door. "Fuck luv... you would not believe the hot number I just treated, and the randy duo...fuck..." He presses Mark to the far wall and begins kissing him senseless.
Mark's cock immediately twitches, and his fingers grasp at Mari's coat and scrubs. Craig can wait. It's not like he ever gives him quickies in the supply closet. When they part for breath, Mark grins ferally. "You caught them again, didn't you? Who was on their knees this time?" Oh, he's definitely heard of the hot medics, and the antics they get up to. His fingers start to work underneath Marton's scrubs, needing to touch skin.
"You sure?" Karl keeps sending silent vibes to Dave. Just the few minutes speaking with this kind soul's roommate was making Karl's gut uneasy.
"Yeah - I'm sure." Glancing at the clock on the wall, he asked, "When did you call him? Shouldn't he be getting here soon?" Craig asks.
"Karl, the dark one..." Mari rasps working feverishly at the fastenings to Mark's trousers. Between licks and nibbles to Mark's neck, he describes what he saw. "He fucking has a mouth like a Hoover..." that thought brings to mind the young patient "Shite, they brought in this boy..." finally opening the placket, he shoves until the pants pool at Mark's feet. He bats his lover's fumbling fingers from the tie to his scrubs. They drop as well. "Turn..." Mari growls, searching his pocket for a sachet of lube.
Mark turns at Marton's instruction, bending over and bracing himself against the shelving. "Yeah? Tell me about him." He feels slippery fingers at his hole. He loves it with Mari's in moods like this. He just has to hold on and hope he survives the storm. "When you saw him, what did you want to do to him?"
Spreading only enough lube to ease the way, Mari groans as he coats his stiff cock. "Gods. so beautiful...eyes, yeah... mouth made for sin..." Loving that Mark's of a height, Mari lines up and presses forward. "Yeh just know he wants to please... do anything you desire.... ahhh fuck!" Marton calls out when his cockhead pops past Mark's sphincter. "But gentle, yeh know? Not like this, rutting like two stags." Beginning to thrust into the tight channel, his voice comes out in small pants. "Toned, tanned, compact body...” Mari’s slick hand wraps around Mark’s leaking cock. “On his knees… licking your thick cock, whilst I’m behind opening his sweet passage with my tongue…fucking hell, he has a curvy arse.”
"Oh, fuck yeah." Mark grunts as the hard cock slides deep within him. The images that Mari is concocting are driving him mad. The other man's tongue is lethal, and to feel the effects through the body of another... fuck. "He'd be moaning like crazy, begging for you to fuck him. Christ!" Mark moans, shoving back on the hard flesh filling him. "Fuck me!" He turns his head towards Marton, his lips swollen and begging for a kiss. As soon as he asks, he feels Marton's chin nuzzling along his shoulder. Tongues flick out, twining together.
Karl makes himself more comfortable, seeing Dave is lost in some sort of fog. Dave's hand though, continues to rest and occasionally stroke Craig's knee. "It was just before I went down to the pharmacy." His brows furrow in concern. "Unless he was across town... it's not the right time of day for him to be caught in traffic," he shrugs.
"I'm sure he had other things to do. After all, I'm just his roommate and tonight was supposed to be an important night. He was going to introduce me to his boyfriend." Craig murmurs, enjoying the comfort he's receiving from the two men.
"Ah fuck...that's too bad. Now he's going to have to cancel so he can take care of you." Karl, not so subtly, hints. Another pointed glare sent to Dave, hoping to break him from his reverie.
Mari drives faster, deeper. His tongue wars with Mark's back and forth wetly. His hand speeds up as well, his thrusts from behind driving Mark's cock through his fist. "Impaled between us... taking you deep until I pull him back on my cock... brushing his prostate..." to emphasize, Mari adjusts plunges deep scraping his cockhead over Mark's bundle of nerves, "His shudders and moans vibrating along your shaft."
Uncaring of the bustling hospital outside of the small room they share, Mark shouts, ramming himself back against the cock giving him so much pleasure. His cock jerks wildly in Marton's fist, spraying against various bits of sterilized whatnots. "Mari, oh christ, Mari..." He sags back against his lover, shuddering in the aftershocks.
A few deep, ragged thrusts later, Mari's cock explodes as well. He muffles his own shout of release into the curve of Mark's neck. Thighs shaking, he presses forward. Only Mark's tenuous grip on the shelving keeping them upright. "Fuck...needed that... you..." Mari licks over the bruise he made under Mark's collar. "Gods... one of these days we need to follow through on these fantasies of a third..." he rasps in Mark's ear.
"No - he'll take me home and I can take care of myself while he goes and has his date. I'll meet him some other time, I guess." To tell the truth, Craig was kind of glad to get out of meeting the legendary Mari.
Mark chuckles sluggishly, and rubs his temple against his knuckles. “Yeah, someday. If we find someone right.” He reaches around behind himself, and holds onto the base of Mari’s cock. He hates separating himself from his lover, but they are in the middle of the hospital, in the middle of the day. At the touch the other man pulls out, and Mark looks about for some sort of towel. Finding one, he first wipes Marton off, and then himself. He grunts after he fastens his pants once more, crouching down to inspect the damage to the hospital’s supplies. “Should have been more careful…”
“Only if you keep bending over like that,” Mari gooses Mark as he pulls up his own pants. As he ties the string, he points out a clean towel. “Use that on the worse of it. Least you shot your load on the sterile items. Anything that looks open, toss it in the trash.”
Raking a hand over his curls, he finishes making himself presentable. “So… other than for a much needed quickie…” Mari pulls Mark into his arms, “what brings you down here today?”
Feeling a bit guilty for not doing more, Mark swipes quickly at the different bins he’s come across. Nothing looks too worse for wear, so he leaves it be. If a doc or nurse found something crusty… well then they were lucky he didn’t have any diseases. But then it’s a moot issue, because he’s in Marton’s arms. Sighing happily, he tucks his head into his lover’s neck. “Mm, told you… Craig, my roommate, got himself hurt somehow. I got a call from some surly fellow who told me I had to come pick him up. He also said I needed to bring a pillow.”
“C-Craig…?” Mari stutters, clears his throat, pats Mark’s back. Chin lowered to not meet his lover’s eyes; he brushes imaginary dust from his lab coat as he backs away. Internally he’s sweating profusely. Fucking god, he’s just used Mark's *roommate* in one of their anonymous fantasy threesomes. Dinner tonight was going to be… interesting, to put it lightly. “Erm, my pager... vibrating... I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” Carding a hand through his curls, he beat a hasty retreat.
TBC???????
Cos I for one don’t want this ending:
**Waiting until the room was empty, Craig reached for the bedside phone and called a cab. Rising gingerly from the bed, he signed the dismissal papers that were waiting on the tray table and found a moment when everyone's backs were turned.
He felt foolish. Who knew that Mark's boyfriend Mari was a doctor? Much less at this hospital? Obviously Mark hadn't considered it important enough to let him know. Instead, he found out in the most embarrassing way ever.
Needing privacy, he snuck out a side exit, climbing into the waiting cab so that he could go home and lick his wounds. Not literally...**
Authors: hickorynut, kitty_trio, lozateazer & rufferto
Fandom: Lotrips AU
Characters: Craig Parker, David Wenham, Karl Urban, Mark Ferguson, Marton Csokas
Warning: Slash, abuse of household appliances
Rating: Adult, NC-17
Word Count: 6516
Feedback: Yes please!
Disclaimer: It’s Fiction! It never happened! All lies from troubled minds. They just look and sound like people you recognize.
Summary: Erm… four perverts ladies had nothing better to do one Saturday than to torture poor Craig and his ‘Wounded Willie’:
hickorynut: Maybe Craig needs to dance around while vacuuming naked.
hickorynut: but he'd better watch the suction...
rufferto: ouchies
kitty_trio: :))
hickorynut: might get his jewels cleaned...
hickorynut: and not in the good way!
kitty_trio: heheh....dunt like waxing???
kitty_trio: here....
kitty_trio: try this!
rufferto: Craig meets Dr. Mari
rufferto: at the hospital, after an 'accident'
hickorynut: :))
kitty_trio: LOL
kitty_trio: then has to call Mark to pick him up....
hickorynut: and ends up being in EMBARASSINGLY bad pain after he gets a stiffy from being examined by Dr. Mari
rufferto: hehe
rufferto: of course he does
kitty_trio: cos ambulance 'cuties'.....picked him up nekkid
rufferto: Craig trying to explain with very red face
hickorynut: ambulance cuties just happen to be named "Karl" and "David"
rufferto: there you go.:)
kitty_trio: heheh
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lozateazer has joined the conference.
lozateazer: Weeeeeeeee!
rufferto: lol
rufferto: interesting timing.
David eyes Karl as they get the 911 request and address. "Well, this is a first..."
Karl's lips quirk and eyes dance as he turns the bus toward the address.
David mutters under his breath, "Just behave this time." He pulls out the rubber gloves.
As a vehicle pulls up outside, an agonizing scream of "I'm DYING!" floats out the door.
"What?" Karl asks with mock innocence. "Some bloke got tired of a five-finger lover and eyed the Hoover." Chuckles follow the dark EMT as he pulls his gear from the back. His eyes roll in exasperation at the unmanly screams.
David reaches over to smack Karl upside the head as he immediately jumps out of the truck to run inside. "Bring the stretcher." He hollers at Karl.
Lips twitching and the green of his hazel eyes glinting, Karl pushes the door open and quickly glances around. Calmly he heads to the wall next to him and yanks the cord, the end of a guffaw sounds in the silence after the vacuum falls quiet. Wondering why Dave is standing stock still in the middle of the room, he turns to the 'patient.'
There's little warning as two rather handsome guys burst into his living room. Craig tries to cover himself miserably.
David tries to speak, and successfully clears his throat. "Karl, grab some of his clothing from the bedroom." He snaps. The red haired man walks over to Craig and the vacuum to bend down and remove the attachment. Unfortunately, he's not sure how to extract it from the certain organ without causing further damage. "Don't worry sir." David manages with a kind look. "Everything is going to be alright.
If the voice speaking to him didn't sound so utterly amused, Craig might feel more reassured. As it is, he's glad help is here, but self-conscious at being caught in his situation. They'd never believe the truth.
Stunned at the huge blue eyes wreathed with pain, Karl shakes his head to clear the thundering of his blood. "No... don't touch..." he thuds to his knees next to Dave. "Sir, don't move," he pulls a large scalpel from his case. When the blue-eyed beauty starts, he lays a gloved hand on a bare thigh. "Shhh, don't move, just gonna cut this away...let the doc at hospital remove it." His voice lowers to a rumbling purr.
"Oh god..." Craig gasps, closing his eyes so he won't have to watch.
David turns on his radio, "We're going to bring him in, in about 10 minutes, make sure someone is free, this needs immediate attention." His voice is very business like and he lifts kind eyes to Craig. "We'll put something on you so your neighbors don't see, ok? Try to relax."
Once the hose -well above any critical bits- is severed, Karl pats the thigh again. "Ok sir... we're gonna lift you unto the gurney...with lots of soft pillows and blanket."
"I can't," Craig whines, squirming as they try to work on him. "No offense to you guys or anything - but would you be able to calm down if you had your ... stuck in a ... and two hot guys..." If it was possible, he blushed a deeper shade of red. The hands working on him didn't help either. And the thought of being lifted. "Oh!"
David looks over at Karl. Good god, were they so damn obvious? He hoped not to normal patients, if the poor man wasn't so hot himself, Dave wouldn't be feeling as constrained as he was. He clears his throat again. "If it's any consolation, I've seen Karl naked, and he's got a hairy butt."
"Hey!" Karl thwaps Dave upside the head " 'least you can see my hair, your carrot-top blends in everywhere." he winks broadly at the gorgeous blushing man. He shuffles to one side "Dave's stronger than he looks, just hook your arms about our shoulders and we'll have you settled in a moment."
Actually forgetting about his predicament, as much as a man with a hose stuck on his cock can, Craig's eyes move back and forth between the two men, and he can see the affection between them. That also brought back the reason why he was in this predicament to begin with and he barely contained a sob as they lifted him to the stretcher.
David shoots Karl a meaningful look as they settle Craig into the stretcher. "A blanket or something. We need to get him some clothes. Sir, where do you keep your wallet? What things do you want me to get for you?"
"Wallets on top of the dresser - house keys - clothes are in the drawer..." Craig mumbles, hiding his face with an arm thrown across it.
Already tucking an extra pillow under the patient's thighs, Karl snorts at Dave's unspoken orders. A soft flannel blanket is draped from neck to toes before the taller EMT starts carefully strapping the gurney belts.
David knows Dr. Csokas is going to have his work cut out for him as the EMT goes to fetch the things and throws them into a bag. When he comes out he smiles as he sees that the blanket has been carefully placed. He gives Karl an approving smile and a promise of future 'reward'.
Smoothly Karl raises the gurney to full height mindful not to jostle the patient. He places his bag between the man's knees and looks meaningfully at Dave in turn. "Heads or tails? The faster we get him loaded, the faster Doc can free him."
If Craig could have read David's mind, he likely would have freaked at the phrase 'work cut out for him', but at the moment, he was - well, not blissfully, per se - but ignorant. "Where are you taking me? What's heads or tails? Watch where you're putting that bag!" He could probably use a sedative, he mused.
"You get tails. I'll give him something for the pain." He directs Karl as they lift the gurney in. "Don't worry, Mr. Parker. You'll be fine. Careful, Karl." He says quickly knowing how delirious the man must be. The very idea of his predicament makes David shudder.
Karl's eyes are drawn as usual to Dave's bum as he climbs in the bus and helps pull the gurney into place. Glancing down brilliant blue eyes catch him and color blooms on Karl's cheeks. "Erm, Davey'll get you locked in, and start an IV..." He ducks his head as he stows his gear. "Yeh want lights and sirens and the whole shebang?" He jokes with one last pat to the patient's foot.
"Why not?" Craig laughs, shaking his head in near miserable paranoia. "Everybody's gonna know anyway."
David works around with belts and locking in the gurney. He sets up the IV and shakes his head. "No one but us in the emergency room." He promises Craig. "Really, Dr Csokas is the best, you'll be ok."
The redhead's words go a long way to soothing Craig's fear. He offers a tentative smile, gripping the sides of the gurney as the ambulance is started and begins to move.
Karl calls in their ETA and Craig's vitals to the charge nurse. Seamlessly he drives as fast as safe to keep the bus as steady as possible. Having worked long with Dave, they know each other's habits. Checks of his rear view mirror precede letting Dave know when corners or bumps in the road are approaching.
At each corner and bump, Dave protects Craig from the brunt of it. He soothingly rubs Craig's shoulder after he gives the man something for the pain. It was light, because he knew that he could not give anything powerful but it would help. "Not long now. We'll come visit you after the doc gets done, if you want."
Knowing that there won't be anyone else to visit him, Craig nods at the suggestion. The meds have lightened his worry, and he floats along in the back of the bus.
Cranking off the lights and siren, Karl backs into the ambulance bay. He hops down and opens the back doors. A soft smile dimples his cheeks seeing Craig looking much more relaxed and even more gorgeous if possible. "Ok luv, one more short ride and Nurse Betty will take over." As he lifts the gurney to the floor he leans close. "Watch out though, she'll mother you to death if you're not careful."
David grins at Karl, knowing very well what he meant. "Ok. Here we go." He carries the bag himself so that Craig didn't feel self-conscious with it between his legs. The nurses come rushing out to help.
"We can take him into ER right away. Poor lamb." She tut-tuts.
Reaching out, Craig grasps the hand closest to his on the rail of the gurney. He turns pleading eyes to both men. "Don't leave me with them!"
"Ok lu...Sir," Karl reassures, patting the hand gripping his. "We're due our lunch break, no reason we can't spend it with you." Over Craig's head he arches a brow at Dave. Their 'usual' break when it coincides with an ER trip was a quick tryst in a lockable supply closet.
David grins at Karl. "We can do that, but you will find that Dr. Csokas doesn't like too many people milling about in his ER room. We'll be nearby and will come visit as soon as he's done with you."
"This doctor sounds like a dictator." Craig whines as the gurney is rolled over the threshold into an ER room. He gasps in pain when they go over a bump.
Karl laughs as he and Dave carefully transfer Craig to an ER bed. He motions the nurse away and takes the pillows from her hand to tuck under the patient.
Craig settles into the bed, sighing in relief as at least part of his ordeal is over.
David goes over to where there is a water cooler and brings some water over for Craig to drink. "Here, have some of this, you'll feel a little better. Don't worry, actually, Dr Csokas has a really nice butt." he winks.
Craig is able to laugh at the remark. "Good thing it's my willie in a sling and not my arse, yeah? Seein' as how you like to compare 'em so..."
"Ahem" a throat clears in the doorway.....
Craig's eyes close and his mouth stretches into a grimace as the legendary 'Dr. Csokas' enters the room.
David flushes and skitters to the side with a sheepish look. "Doctor." He lowers his lashes.
"Ah... Mr Parker, I'm glad you can find humor in life." He steps into the room ignoring the two EMTs. Kind green eyes study the young man in the bed as he listens to Karl's and the nurse's report. H snaps on gloves and sits on the low stool "Alright, may I?" he lifts a corner of the blanket in inquiry.
Craig's eyes squint open enough for him to see the doctor, and he nearly groans at the fact that his doctor has to be tall, fit and gorgeous. "Go ahead," he mumbles, entire body flushing unnaturally.
David gets out of the way, still blushing himself. He's always felt uneasy around the doctor. He's very glad Karl is nearby. Reaching over to Craig he gives the younger man's hand a squeeze and lets the doctor work. The nurse fusses a bit, but does exactly what is told. David looks up over his lashes at Karl.
After a glare and nudge of head from the Doc, Karl pushes Dave from the room. "Why must you always get us in trouble with him?" he hisses, pushing their gurney to an empty wall.
When the two talkative EMTs leave the room, Craig's attention is once more drawn back to the handsome doctor and the 'hmmming' noises he makes.
Marton sighs in relief once the boys are gone, one gorgeous young patient is bad enough, adding that randy duo is more than his libido can handle. Delicately he lifts the blanket free and gazes at the problem. Hmm-ing a number of times he lifts and peers and gently pokes and prods the area.
Chuckling to lighten the mood, Craig asks, "So - whatt'ya think, doc? Can it be saved?"
Laughing to himself, Marton rolls his eyes at the nurse's inhalation of shock. Giving her something useful to do, he rattles off a list of needed supplies. Hopefully some gel can loosen the hose, if the swelling isn't too bad.
"Normally I'd attempt to warm this..." Marton explains to Craig as he opens the sachet of lubricant. "But the cold will help swelling go down, eh?" Deep green eyes under auburn brows flick up to the patient's face.
Craig takes a deep breath, nodding and gripping the sheets as the first cold touch of lubricant touches him.
"No... breathe normally..." Marton urges, long finger spreading lube on the flesh he can reach. "Don't need you swooning from lack of oxygen to the brain."
"I think that's what caused this situation to begin with," Craig chuckles, near hysteria. The cold finger against him warms slowly, and he worries that the swelling is about to get worse rather than better.
Two spots of color bloom on the Doctor's cheeks. The more he tries to squirt lubricant under the hose...the less space he has to work with.
"Sorry," Craig grunts, trying to think of the nurse naked or anything to make the situation resolve itself.
Marton sets the empty sachet aside and strips off the gloves. Attempting to ease Mr. Parker's embarrassment, he turns to the nurse. "I was afraid of this, the tubing is too tight and restricting blood flow. Please set out the surgical kit."
Craig's grip tightens on the sheets, enough that a small ripping sound is heard in the quiet room.
Marton uses the sterile spoon-bottomed scissors to cut away as much of the hose below Craig's trapped bits. Tonelessly he encourages Craig to keep breathing, everything would be fine. More ripping is heard and Craig is shaking like a leaf. As a last resort he could administer a local anesthetic, but the shot would hurt worse than the treatment. "Nurse, go find the two EMTs...they seemed to have a calming effect on Mr. Parker."
The nurse heads off, not sure exactly where the two EMTs would get off to and is told they are on break. She starts to follow their footsteps.
"Okay Mr. Parker, the nurse is gone, you can relax now" Marton covers the patient’s lower half and pats one white-knuckled hand.
"I can't relax! I have a hose stuck on my COCK!" Craig nearly hisses.
Marton twists away and twitches the curtain open. Once beyond that slight barrier, his face contorts into silent laughter. "I'll..." He coughs and clears his throat to try and stop laughing. "I'll be right back with an anesthetic..." his footsteps quickly retreat.
Feeling utterly miserable, Craig would curl into a ball if he were able to. Unfortunately, he can't. And everyone’s laughing at him!
~*~*~
After having been expelled from the emergency room, David and Karl find themselves in need of something to do to kill time.
"I do not always get us in trouble!" David grouses as the pair argue on their way back to give the ambulance over to the next two EMTs on duty. He sticks his tongue out at Karl defensively.
"Watch it mate..." Karl growls low in his throat. Once back inside he uses the nurses’ station to complete their paperwork as Dave paces behind him. "Shit, you'd think it was your bits involved. Go check to see if our room's free, I'll be along for an examination in a shake."
David laughs softly and runs a hand down Karl's back. "Can't help but notice how gorgeous he is. You were looking too, you know." He chides over his shoulder as he saunters off, knowing how a certain way that he walks excites Karl.
Karl closes his report book and hastens down the corridor. Looking both ways, he pops into the supply closet when the coast is clear. "Mmm, looks like there is a swelling in need of attention." he leers.
"I really wish I knew what was going on in there." David wonders to himself, waiting nervously for Karl. Then his lover joins him. "Just a bit." He backs towards the corner of the supply cabinet.
Karl stalks closer to the redhead. His hand cups and then runs the length of the ridge behind Dave's trouser placket. "Show me..." he growls barely above a whisper.
David quickly unbuttons his scrub pants and lets them fall. The ridge has swollen quite a bit since Karl came into the supply cabinet after him. "Always ready for you." He whispers.
Karl's eyes glitter lustily in the room's low lighting. Grabbing a handful of 'chux' from a shelf he kneels at Dave's feet. "Good, cos you know how I like to indulge in dessert first." his tongue flicks out, laving from the root to tip of Dave's cock.
David's fingers clutch Karl's shoulders. Damn, but the other man is good, too good sometimes. His cock already fills with need. The redhead takes another breath. "I wonder if the doc is going to do anything with him before we get back there."
Karl rolls his eyes. He must be loosing his touch if Dave is still thinking of something else. Foregoing any further foreplay, his lips part and swallows Dave's cock whole. Humming as his lover's taste trickles down his throat, he pulls back sucking and swirling his tongue along Dave's length.
Whatever Dave was thinking about what was happening in the other room completely escapes from his thoughts as Karl's lips engulf him. His legs nearly buckle as he his fingers claws at his shoulders. "Karl!" He cries out, forgetting where they are.
Instead of pulling off, Karl thwaps Dave's hip in warning. They haven't been caught since the first time they found the closet. Of course Tall, Dark and Gorgeous Doc Marton was the one to catch them.
Dave squeaks and falls silent again, breathing heavily as his tries to avoid thrusting into Karl's mouth, knowing that Karl likes to take complete control over the situation and anything involving David’s cock. "Sorry..." he whispers.
Karl’s hums intensify, letting more of Dave's cock slide down his throat. His long fingers wrap around Dave's hips. His head bobs, longish hair brushing against Dave's thighs.
David whimpers, trying hard to keep himself from naturally thrusting. He knows he has to hold out as long as possible, it was a game with them. God, but the warmth is driving him crazy. Karl knows just how to push him over the edge.
~*~*~
The nurse finds Marton, "Doctor, I can't find them anywhere, but they haven't signed out!"
Having a suspicion where the duo may be, Marton tells Nurse Betty to search the cafeteria. Long legged stride eating up the distance; he heads to a storage room near the x-ray laboratory. Grinning when he hears the whimper, he schools his face into a stern countenance. The door is wrenched open, light flooding the small space. "Gentlemen...." his voice drips disapproval.
David's face drains of color when suddenly the luscious doctor is staring straight at him. Then just as quickly he goes red with embarrassment. "Er uh..." He shakes Karl slightly. "S-sir..." He clearly has no idea what to say, but his hands are working quickly to stuff himself back into his scrubs. "Wh-hat. How is..." He gulps, "The patient?"
Karl chokes when reflexively Dave jumps and his hands jerk. He pops off Dave's cock, twisting his head around. Lips full and red, he wipes precome and saliva with the back of one hand. His head spins back around to Dave's startled face.
"Nervous as all fuck, no thanks to you two. For whatever reason he's calmer with you bozos. Now get your asses back in there, or I'll administer the Novocain to your randy bits in his stead!" Pointedly avoiding either man's flushed faces... or other bits... he turns on a heel and marches away.
David arranges himself and smacks at Karl to do the same. He splashes some water on his face. "I told you he'd find us again."
"No, I told you, and you're the one who keeps tempting me every time we're here!" Karl hisses back. He shudders at the threat of the Novocain, but the thought does deflate the stiffness in his pants. Using water to slick back his hair, he mutters under his breath. "Fucking his fault... hottest doc in hospital.... fucking hot patient... and you just asking to be fucked day and night..."
"You don't make it any easier." Dave shoots back stalking out of the closet. "Walking around in the morning in those low riding pants. What am I supposed to do but think about them sliding off all day?" He wonders as they make their way back to Craig.
Returning to the treatment room, Marton smiles softly at his patient. "David and Karl are on their way. Squeeze their hands -hard as you need" He directs a scathing glare at the duo.
Dave schools his features back to a more pleasant expression as he walks into the ER room. "Hey, Craig…"
"You come back to laugh at me too?" Craig asks without opening his eyes.
Karl tuts and moves to the head of the bed. "No man, c'mon... let us see those beautiful blue eyes. Make Dave here jealous with their brilliance."
Craig opens his eyes long enough to glare at the paramedic.
Motioning Dave to assist, Marton settles back on his stool. At least Tweedle Dee's and Tweedle Dum's bickering is taking Craig's concentration off what's going on. The swelling has diminished just enough that he can slide the scissors between flesh and tubing. A feral glint splits his face when Karl groans in pain from his mashed fingers. Two snips later the hose releases the young man's member.
As soon as he feels the freedom, Craig obeys his body's instinct to curl up. Turning toward the wall, he hides his face...his much looked at bits...anything he can hide, he does.
David lets Karl hold one of Craig's hands but his own instinct is to reach up and stroke the patient's face gently. "It'll all be over soon, really, it will just be a bad memory." He soothes.
Shaking his head that the boys did have a great bedside manner, despite what they got up to on their free time, Marton clears his throat. "I've prescribed a cream to help with any abrasions. I'd recommend only loose, soft clothing. Is there someone we can call?"
"My roommate. Jeez is he going to have a field day with this..." Craig murmurs. "I'll never live this down. His number's in my wallet."
Flexing his fingers, Karl crouches to rifle through Craig's bag. "Got it... the work number or cell?" His voice is soft with concern as he looks to Dave who's still stroking Craig's hair and cheek.
"Cell." Craig answers, finally relaxing the tiniest bit.
Dave sits on the edge of the bed and nudges Craig a bit closer. "There. We'll give him a call and get you set up, ok? You don't need to stay in the hospital tonight, does he doc? The cream will make everything feel much nicer. Do you want anything to drink? I can get you something from the soda machine or coffee or tea if you'd prefer."
"I just want to go home. I want to crawl in bed and not come out for three days or for the rest of my life or until Mark at least forgets about this and you all quit laughing about it." Craig huffs.
"No, he's free to go," Marton looks up from the chart where's he's writing out his orders. "No one is laughing lad; you should see the 'accidents' that pass through these doors. Dave here will keep you company whilst Karl calls your friend." Once the taller men exit, Marton stops Karl with a hand to the middle of his chest. "Don't you ever disrespect my ER like that again," He emphasizes his point with a small shove. "Or I *will* report you two to the board." One more shove and the Doc stalks away.
David flushes at Marton's retreat. He sighs as he looks down at Craig. "The doc is gruff, but he means well. You wouldn't know it, but he has a steady boyfriend. Come on, lets get you into clothing while Karl works on getting a hold of your roommate."
Sitting up, Craig rubs at his eyes before pulling on the soft boxers and sweats David had packed. Finding his favorite tee shirt in the bottom of the bag, he smiles. "How did you know?"
"I like certain things too, and the stuff I like the most is always the easiest to find. Karl is more likely to toss any old thing anywhere." David grins as he helps Craig into the sweats. He kneels down, opening one of the pant legs.
Karl's jaw tightens but he has the grace to look abashed and nods to each of the Doc's pronouncements. Raking a hand through his hair, he sucks in a calming breath before smiling at the nurse's aid at the desk. "Let me use your phone love." He leans over the desk and dials the number on the card. "Hello, Mark Ferguson?"
"This is Mark. Who's calling?" The number that showed up on his cell was one he didn't recognize, and he didn't give out his mobile number to just anyone.
"I'm calling from St Lucy's Hospital. Your roommate, Craig Parker asked me to call. He's had a small accident and needs a ride home." Karl rushes through the explanation, already disliking the man down the line.
"Is he okay? It wasn't anything serious, was it?" Mark grabs his keys, imagining all the different trouble his roommate could be getting into. It couldn't be too serious if they were asking him to pick him up, could it?
"No, not too serious. He may be out of commission for a few days." He suppresses a nervous laugh. “My partner is helping him dress, and we'll have the take-home meds ready when you arrive." He cards his hair back again, "You may want to bring a pillow, eh."
"A pillow? What the hell did he hurt?" Mark sighs, and knows what's coming next: The guy on the phone won't tell him, confidentiality reasons. He grabs a pillow off his office couch, and heads out to his car. Whatever, he doesn’t need to hear that. “I’m on my way.” He closes his cell, and tosses his phone onto the passenger seat.
Summarily dismissed when the call ends in a dial tone, Karl stares at the phone. Fucking sanctimonious bastard. Still in possession of Craig's wallet, he plunks the scripts from the aid and stomps off in the direction of the out-patient pharmacy.
Dressed once more, Craig begins to feel human again. He still can't look anyone in the eye, though. And he squirms on the bed.
Dave reaches over to lay a hand over Craig's and smile at him. "Looks like Karl got in touch with your roommate." He indicates the other man as Karl comes back. "Is this Mark coming?"
Jaw working, Karl nods before turning to Craig. "The Doc gave you some good pain meds, want one now?" Only Dave can tell the anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.
Dave looks up at Karl, giving him a questioning look, then back down at Craig. "You should take something. It must hurt."
Craig takes the offered pill, swallowing it with the water left from where David had brought it earlier. "It does hurt," he whispers beneath his breath.
Shift nearly over, Marton pulls his Blackberry from his belt. After all the luscious manflesh a good root tonight would do him a world of good. He checks his lover's schedule and dials the man's office.
David lets his hand slide down to Craig's thigh unknowingly. "What will make you feel better?" He wonders.
"To start this day all over again." Craig answers.
Karl sits on the opposite side of the narrow bed. "You sure you'll be alright with your roommate? He came off..." his fist tightens where Craig can't see it "...rather abrupt..." He notices Dave's hand and lofts an eyebrow. Always one to take in wayward souls.....
Marton keys off his 'phone when the call rolls over to voice mail. Sighing in exasperation, he consoles himself that after meeting Mark's roommate for dinner, the older men can retire to Mari's place.
Mark grumbles as he walks through the doors to the ER. Of all the days Craig could get hurt and sent here, it had to be at a time when Mari wasn't supposed to be there. Seeing his lover definitely would have made this situation better. Walking up to the front desk, he smiles at the woman there. They've talked a few times when he had come to pick up Mari in the past. "Mark! Nice to see you. Are you here to see Marton?" Mark tries to remain emotionless, but his eyes brighten a bit. "Oh, I didn't even know Mari was in...
Yeah, could you give him a page for me?"
"He'll make sure I get home okay," Craig answers, not really enjoying the thought of going home to be teased.
Marton's shoulders slump when he hears the page. Fuck, he'll never get out of here. He plods back to the ER department looking around for the activity that would signify the new patient. The back of a very familiar shape is leaning at the desk. A grin splits his face and his body springs to attention. "Since when do they allow the likes of you in here?"
Smiling brightly, Mark turns to face his boyfriend. He still isn't sure how much is appropriate in the ER waiting room. He brushes his fingers over Marton's, his eyes promising a more thorough hello once they get alone. "Since idiot roommates get themselves hurt and sent to the ER." He shrugs, and then laughs, "He must really have wanted to get out of dinner."
Blood and lust racing through his veins, Mari barely listens to Mark's words. Smiling tightly to the receptionist, he turns and calls over his shoulder, "Come to my office, we can catch up while I change." After leading Mark away, he turns left instead of right at an intersection. His 'office' (the ER doctors lounge) is not where he's headed. Not giving a thought to taking Karl to task just a half hour ago, Mari shoves Mark through the supply room door. "Fuck luv... you would not believe the hot number I just treated, and the randy duo...fuck..." He presses Mark to the far wall and begins kissing him senseless.
Mark's cock immediately twitches, and his fingers grasp at Mari's coat and scrubs. Craig can wait. It's not like he ever gives him quickies in the supply closet. When they part for breath, Mark grins ferally. "You caught them again, didn't you? Who was on their knees this time?" Oh, he's definitely heard of the hot medics, and the antics they get up to. His fingers start to work underneath Marton's scrubs, needing to touch skin.
"You sure?" Karl keeps sending silent vibes to Dave. Just the few minutes speaking with this kind soul's roommate was making Karl's gut uneasy.
"Yeah - I'm sure." Glancing at the clock on the wall, he asked, "When did you call him? Shouldn't he be getting here soon?" Craig asks.
"Karl, the dark one..." Mari rasps working feverishly at the fastenings to Mark's trousers. Between licks and nibbles to Mark's neck, he describes what he saw. "He fucking has a mouth like a Hoover..." that thought brings to mind the young patient "Shite, they brought in this boy..." finally opening the placket, he shoves until the pants pool at Mark's feet. He bats his lover's fumbling fingers from the tie to his scrubs. They drop as well. "Turn..." Mari growls, searching his pocket for a sachet of lube.
Mark turns at Marton's instruction, bending over and bracing himself against the shelving. "Yeah? Tell me about him." He feels slippery fingers at his hole. He loves it with Mari's in moods like this. He just has to hold on and hope he survives the storm. "When you saw him, what did you want to do to him?"
Spreading only enough lube to ease the way, Mari groans as he coats his stiff cock. "Gods. so beautiful...eyes, yeah... mouth made for sin..." Loving that Mark's of a height, Mari lines up and presses forward. "Yeh just know he wants to please... do anything you desire.... ahhh fuck!" Marton calls out when his cockhead pops past Mark's sphincter. "But gentle, yeh know? Not like this, rutting like two stags." Beginning to thrust into the tight channel, his voice comes out in small pants. "Toned, tanned, compact body...” Mari’s slick hand wraps around Mark’s leaking cock. “On his knees… licking your thick cock, whilst I’m behind opening his sweet passage with my tongue…fucking hell, he has a curvy arse.”
"Oh, fuck yeah." Mark grunts as the hard cock slides deep within him. The images that Mari is concocting are driving him mad. The other man's tongue is lethal, and to feel the effects through the body of another... fuck. "He'd be moaning like crazy, begging for you to fuck him. Christ!" Mark moans, shoving back on the hard flesh filling him. "Fuck me!" He turns his head towards Marton, his lips swollen and begging for a kiss. As soon as he asks, he feels Marton's chin nuzzling along his shoulder. Tongues flick out, twining together.
Karl makes himself more comfortable, seeing Dave is lost in some sort of fog. Dave's hand though, continues to rest and occasionally stroke Craig's knee. "It was just before I went down to the pharmacy." His brows furrow in concern. "Unless he was across town... it's not the right time of day for him to be caught in traffic," he shrugs.
"I'm sure he had other things to do. After all, I'm just his roommate and tonight was supposed to be an important night. He was going to introduce me to his boyfriend." Craig murmurs, enjoying the comfort he's receiving from the two men.
"Ah fuck...that's too bad. Now he's going to have to cancel so he can take care of you." Karl, not so subtly, hints. Another pointed glare sent to Dave, hoping to break him from his reverie.
Mari drives faster, deeper. His tongue wars with Mark's back and forth wetly. His hand speeds up as well, his thrusts from behind driving Mark's cock through his fist. "Impaled between us... taking you deep until I pull him back on my cock... brushing his prostate..." to emphasize, Mari adjusts plunges deep scraping his cockhead over Mark's bundle of nerves, "His shudders and moans vibrating along your shaft."
Uncaring of the bustling hospital outside of the small room they share, Mark shouts, ramming himself back against the cock giving him so much pleasure. His cock jerks wildly in Marton's fist, spraying against various bits of sterilized whatnots. "Mari, oh christ, Mari..." He sags back against his lover, shuddering in the aftershocks.
A few deep, ragged thrusts later, Mari's cock explodes as well. He muffles his own shout of release into the curve of Mark's neck. Thighs shaking, he presses forward. Only Mark's tenuous grip on the shelving keeping them upright. "Fuck...needed that... you..." Mari licks over the bruise he made under Mark's collar. "Gods... one of these days we need to follow through on these fantasies of a third..." he rasps in Mark's ear.
"No - he'll take me home and I can take care of myself while he goes and has his date. I'll meet him some other time, I guess." To tell the truth, Craig was kind of glad to get out of meeting the legendary Mari.
Mark chuckles sluggishly, and rubs his temple against his knuckles. “Yeah, someday. If we find someone right.” He reaches around behind himself, and holds onto the base of Mari’s cock. He hates separating himself from his lover, but they are in the middle of the hospital, in the middle of the day. At the touch the other man pulls out, and Mark looks about for some sort of towel. Finding one, he first wipes Marton off, and then himself. He grunts after he fastens his pants once more, crouching down to inspect the damage to the hospital’s supplies. “Should have been more careful…”
“Only if you keep bending over like that,” Mari gooses Mark as he pulls up his own pants. As he ties the string, he points out a clean towel. “Use that on the worse of it. Least you shot your load on the sterile items. Anything that looks open, toss it in the trash.”
Raking a hand over his curls, he finishes making himself presentable. “So… other than for a much needed quickie…” Mari pulls Mark into his arms, “what brings you down here today?”
Feeling a bit guilty for not doing more, Mark swipes quickly at the different bins he’s come across. Nothing looks too worse for wear, so he leaves it be. If a doc or nurse found something crusty… well then they were lucky he didn’t have any diseases. But then it’s a moot issue, because he’s in Marton’s arms. Sighing happily, he tucks his head into his lover’s neck. “Mm, told you… Craig, my roommate, got himself hurt somehow. I got a call from some surly fellow who told me I had to come pick him up. He also said I needed to bring a pillow.”
“C-Craig…?” Mari stutters, clears his throat, pats Mark’s back. Chin lowered to not meet his lover’s eyes; he brushes imaginary dust from his lab coat as he backs away. Internally he’s sweating profusely. Fucking god, he’s just used Mark's *roommate* in one of their anonymous fantasy threesomes. Dinner tonight was going to be… interesting, to put it lightly. “Erm, my pager... vibrating... I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” Carding a hand through his curls, he beat a hasty retreat.
TBC???????
Cos I for one don’t want this ending:
**Waiting until the room was empty, Craig reached for the bedside phone and called a cab. Rising gingerly from the bed, he signed the dismissal papers that were waiting on the tray table and found a moment when everyone's backs were turned.
He felt foolish. Who knew that Mark's boyfriend Mari was a doctor? Much less at this hospital? Obviously Mark hadn't considered it important enough to let him know. Instead, he found out in the most embarrassing way ever.
Needing privacy, he snuck out a side exit, climbing into the waiting cab so that he could go home and lick his wounds. Not literally...**