An Emergency - Mikey/Frank - [1/1].
Title: An Emergency.
Author: littleladypunk
Beta: my_life_myway33
Pairing: Mikey/Frank
Rating: R
POV: Third.
Words count: ~2800
Summary: Some situations are emergencies. For example, when your dog gets sick in the middle of night and...
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. Never happened in real life. All men belong to themselves and their respective wives.
Warnings: Non-graphic sex.
A/N: The idea of this fic came to me because of my vet (I mean, my pets vet) who is very sexy ^^ Unfortunately, my dog and cat are very healthy so I don’t visit him more often then twice a year. xD Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel, I don’t want my pets to be sick, but still... See, I feel the same as Frank.
Whimpers.
Frank murmured something in the pillow. He didn't want to wake up yet, he was having a nice dream and he wasn't ready to face reality just yet. But reality had no time to wait.
Whimpers grow louder.
He eventually shook himself awake and sat up on the bed. He located the source of the noises immediately.
"Missy!" His dog lay on her side and whined helplessly. In one second Frank was crouched beside her. "Missy, what's going on?"
Of course Missy couldn't answer, but it was obvious to Frank that she was suffering from something. He started touching her small body and when he pushed her stomach, she yelped loudly.
Frank looked up on clock: 1:30 a.m. It was an ungodly hour, but Doctor Foster, who was Missy's vet for five years, always told Frank that he can call him at anytime if he needed him. So Frank ran to the phone and dialed the doctor's number. He shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for the doctor to pick up the receiver. Instead, he heard the voice of the automatic secretary, telling him that Doctor Foster went on holidays.
"Shit," he cursed and glance at the whimpering Missy. His dog was sick and he couldn't help her in any way. The awful feeling of panic was starting to rise in his chest.
"Whoo! Stop it, Frank,” he told himself firmly. Surely there is another doctor who can help Missy. Think, Frank, think.
He crouched beside her again and told her to be brave, mentally telling himself the same thing. He turned on his computer and started searching for some clinic. After a few minutes he was standing by the phone again, picking out the number to the vet he found on the internet. A few rings passed by and he started panicking again, when somebody finally pick up the phone.
"Animal clinic, how may I help you? "Some man asked in a sleepy voice.
Frank was never so relieved in his whole life.
"My dog is sick, I think it's serious, she’s laying down and whimpering constantly, and I don't know what to do, and she’s really hurting, and I..."
"Please, calm down." The man was now awake completely, his voice was strong and calming. "Tell me, has she got a fever? Was she vomiting?"
"I don’t think she was... She is all hot, maybe she has fever, I don't know, I'm not sure I even have a thermometer, her belly is really sore and..."
"All right." The man cut Frank off firmly, probably feeling the other man starting to hyperventilate. "Just please wrap her in some blanket to keep her warm and bring her here."
"Okay, thank you, I'll be there in as fast as I can," Frank said and hung up quickly. He ran to his bedroom, got dressed hurriedly and wrapped a blanket around Missy. He picked her up, mentally thanking God that he decide to buy such a small dog, and left his house, not bothering himself about locking the door.
***
Ten minutes later he stopped his car in a front of the clinic. It was a small building, only with a first floor and small parking space. Everything was dark and empty except one window where he saw light. He lifted Missy in his arms and went inside. He was standing in a reception room, not sure which doors led to the exam room when suddenly one of them opened up and the man appeared. He was slightly taller than Frank (which isn't hard, cause most people are taller than Frank), he had honey brown hair and rimmed glasses. A white smock covered most of his body but he seemed to be quite skinny. He smiled at Frank and despite all his nervousness and worrying about Missy Frank felt butterflies in his stomach, which made him blush.
"Hello." The man didn't stop smiling. "I suppose this is the dog with the sore stomach?"
"Yes, I brought her here as fast as I could..."
"Don't worry. We’ll help her soon. Follow me, please."
Frank followed the man to the examination room. Missy didn't stop whimpering and he felt her start to shake.
"Lie her here." The man pointed at a large table with a bright lamp above it. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Doctor Michael Way."
"Frank Iero." Frank replied watching how the doctor examined Missy, first checking her temperature, next touching and kneading her body and then listening to her with a stethoscope. Frank noticed that he had beautiful hands: slim and strong, with long slender fingers. Suddenly he had a thought about laying there instead of Missy and he felt blood rushing to his groin. 'Damn,' he thought, 'you bastard! Your dog is sick and you get a boner in the vet's office!' He moved closer to the table pretending he just wanted to pet Missy's head. Fortunately, the table was high enough to cover him from the waist down.
"She'll be ok, won't she?" he asked quietly.
Doctor Way frowned, then withdrew the stethoscope from his ears and asked: "Did she eat something new lately?"
Frank shook his head. "No, just dry dog food, as always."
"I thought it might have been food poisoning, but in that case... Did she eat some plants when you walked her last evening? Or maybe at home?"
"Plants? Why would she do such a thing? She's a dog, not a rabbit." Frank eyed the vet warily.
"Well, when dogs or cats lick their fur, hair gathered in their stomachs. When they want to get rid of these hairs, they eat plants or grass to cause vomiting. So?"
"I don't have any plants in my house. On the walk... I don't know."
"You don't know?" This time it was Doctor's Way turn to eye Frank.
Frank hadn’t felt more ashamed in his whole life.
"Just... Last evening I had a lot of work, I'm a journalist, and I didn't have time to walk her properly so I opened the door and let her go on her own... She knows the way back home so..." Frank stopped talking feeling his stomach come up his throat. Missy was seriously ill and it was all his fault. He blinked, feeling tears gather at the back of his eyelids.
Doctor Way just sighed. It wasn't the first case like that.
"So as I don't know what actually caused this poisoning, there isn't much I can do. I'll give her some painkillers and that's all."
"But... Can't you help her?"
"Unfortunately no. We can just hope that her body is strong enough to fight the infection by itself."
Frank just went limp at those words and bowed his head trying to hide the tears filling up his eyes. He loved Missy like nothing else in the world. He bought her when she was a small puppy and she quickly became his best friend. They ate and slept together, went for walks and when he worked on his computer, she was always near him, laying under the desk or sitting on his lap. When he had no one to listen to him, he always talked to Missy and she looked at him with big brown eyes, and seemed to understand every single word. And now he was gonna lose her, just because of his own stupidity.
Frank felt Doctor Way placing his hand on his shoulder and squeezing it lightly.
"I'm sorry. Now you must decide if you want to take her home and call me if she gets worse or you can leave her here and I will call you. We have something like a little hospital in the back of the building, mostly for homeless animals."
Frank blinked to shove tears away and raised his head up.
"I don't know..." Doctor Way’s hand was still on his shoulder and it was distracting him a little. Suddenly he remembered his erection and peeked at his crouch. Luckily, thoughts about Missy made it go down, so at least he could stop worrying about getting embarrassed again. "I'd like to be beside her, but if it became worse I won't have time to bring her here in time."
Doctor Way thought a little, then said: "Well, if you want to, you can stay with her in clinic for tonight."
"Really?" Frank lit up a little.
"Yeah, usually I don't have many patients on night shift, so you won't bother me in any way."
"Ok then, so I'll stay here."
The other man nodded, and then he gave Missy an injection of painkilling medication. Soon her whimpers quieted down and she fell asleep. He picked her up and gestured to Frank to follow him. They went on the back of the building; to a small room with several cages in various sizes. The doctor spread Missy's blanket in one of them and then laid her down gently and walked away, without closing the cage's door.
Frank sat heavily on the cool floor, with his knees up to his chin and one arm wrapped around them while petting Missy with his free hand. He started mumbling soothing words to her, not quite sure if she could even hear him, but it wasn't important, it was more soothing him then her. Slowly he stopped talking and just sat there, his eyes never leaving Missy. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep.
He awoke at the feeling of somebody shaking his arm. He opened his eyes and looked up.
"Mr. Iero, it's not healthy to sleep on the cold floor. Please, take a seat." Doctor Way gestured towards a desk crammed with piles of papers, standing in the corner.
"It's Frank" he corrected.
"Ok, Frank, and I'm Mikey." The doctor smiled at him and Frank thought he had the prettiest smile in the world. He took Frank's hand and helped him stand up. He led Frank to the desk. "I was wondering, would you like some coffee?"
"I'd love some." Frank smiled at Mikey gratefully and he realized that their hands were still linked. Both men blushed. Mikey cleared his throat and let go of Frank's hand.
"Yeah... So, I'll go and make it. Be right back." He turned on his heels and disappeared into a dark corridor.
Frank sat on the chair, feeling awkwardly disappointed. Why was it such a good sensation? He wanted Mikey to hold his hand forever. He blinked rapidly and slapped himself in the head. "Stop it, you acting like a high school girl!" He said with irritation. "It's about your dog, you fucker..."
"Huh? What's with your dog? Is she feeling worse?" Mikey asked in confusion as he walked back with two cups of coffee in his hands.
"Um..." Frank blushed again. Recently he was doing it all the time. Great, now he wasn't only The Bad Owner Who Lets His Dog Walking Alone, now he was The Moron Who Talks To Himself too. His chances to attract Doctor Way dropped below zero. Wait, what?
Mikey crouched beside the cage and started examine Missy again. Frank grabbed one cup and started sipping his coffee. The feeling of nervousness overwhelmed him again as he watching his dog. Missy lay on her side, motionless, seemingly unaware of Mikey touching her body. He was afraid he could lose her and this felling was like a knife stabbed his heart.
Suddenly, Missy shuddered once, then again and her eyes popped open. Frank set his cup aside and in one second he was next to the cage. "Missy..." he whispered, kneeling beside her and touching her head. She just twitched her ear in his direction. He turned his worried glance to Doctor Way.
Mikey straightened himself up and smiled at Frank. "Well, I have good news: your dog will be okay. She's just a little bit dumb-founded due to the medicine I gave her, but..." He never had a chance to end the sentence as Frank threw himself into Mikey's arms, hugging him tightly.
"Oh, thank God, thank God... Thank you! Thank you so much!" Frank nearly screamed in his ear, his face somewhere near Mikey's neck. Mikey, with his arms suddenly full of the other man, couldn't do anything else but hug him back.
Frank drew back a little bit, his arms still around Mikey's neck, and he looked into those green eyes. Without thinking he pressed his lips against the other's, pulling out after three seconds.
"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, jumping back, hands raised to his mouth." I'm so sorry, I didn't mean, I just-"
Mikey looked at him with wide eyes, then he made a decision. He took a step towards the shorter man, grabbed his shoulders and kissed him deeply, cutting his babbling in the middle. Frank was start led for a moment, then he wrapped his arms around Mikey's neck again, leaning happily into the kiss. He felt Mikey's tongue on his lower lip and he parted his lips, letting it in. Soon he was lost with their tongues dancing together in his mouth.
Lifting Frank's shirt up, Mikey touched the other's chest, fingers circling around his nipples. Frank moaned in his mouth, sending chills running down Mikey's back. He pushed him against the cages, which creaked and shook dangerously.
"Not here," said Mikey, breaking the kiss. Frank caught his breath and let himself be led by the hand. But Mikey didn't even exit the room. He removed Frank’s shirt and pushed him against the desk. Frank wasn't wasting his time, one leg already free from his pants; he worked on the second one. Mikey took the belt keeping his smock tied, but before he could untie it, Frank shook his head violently. "No."
Mikey looked at him, astonished, then he understood. He smirked. "You like men in uniforms, huh?"
Frank blushed, but before he could say anything, Mikey lifted him up and sat him on the desk, covering his mouth with another kiss. His hands started roaming along Frank's body, causing Frank to hold his breath. The feeling was better than he imagined.
"Take them off," Mikey panted, almost not stopping the kissing and caressing of Frank. When the shorter man looked at him with confusion, he added: "My pants." Frank obeyed, unzipping his pants and taking them off along with his underwear, when Mikey did the same with Frank's boxers.
He stopped for a moment, taking his time to admire the other man. Frank smiled sheepishly, not sure what to do, but he didn’t have to wonder too long. Mikey came back to kissing, this time one of his hand crept up Frank's leg, to his groin. As soon as his fingers embraced the sensitive organ, Frank moaned loudly. He felt aroused from the last few hours and he couldn't resist this urge anymore. He spread his legs widely.
Mikey didn't want to waste his time, either. He opened the desk's drawer, fumbled inside a little, finally pulling out a silver tube. He squeeze a bit of gel of his hand, when Frank asked, slightly amused: "You keep the lube in the animal clinic?" Mikey just smirked. "No, I use it to do ultrasonography." Frank made the "what the fuck?" face, but it quickly changed, as Mikey showed his finger into his hole. He pushed it in and out, then added a second and separated them inside.
Frank gasped, when the fingers brushed his prostate. "All right, I'm ready," he panted. Suddenly Mikey went to his knees. Frank blinked. 'Is he gonna...' he thought, but unfortunately Mikey just grabbed his pants from the floor, took the wallet from a back pocket and retrieved a condom from it with a grin on his face. He stood back on his feet, put the condom on, then lubed it generously. He placed himself between Frank's legs and glanced at the other man. Frank just nodded.
Behind them, Missy groaned in her cage, shutting her eyes. She had a headache, and surely lot of moans, sounds of desk creaking and papers falling on the floor along with coffee cups, didn't help.
***
Frank was standing in the clinic, holding Missy again. But she felt a lot better now; she even wriggled a little, trying to jump off his arms and stand on her own paws. The morning sun shining brightly through the blinds and Frank felt so happy, because Missy was healthy again and Mikey stood there, smiling at him, and his ass was throbbing a little, and Mikey looked so pretty with disheveled hair and crumpled clothes and...
"Here." Mikey handed him a paper. "Missy has to be on a diet for a couple of days, I've written you down what can she eat. And here," he gave him a second sheet "it's my phone number. You know, in case you'll have an emergency again."
Frank took both papers, smiling. Surely Missy will need a check up, won't she? Then his smile changed into grin. Because, Mikey didn't say what kind of emergency he meant.
Author: littleladypunk
Beta: my_life_myway33
Pairing: Mikey/Frank
Rating: R
POV: Third.
Words count: ~2800
Summary: Some situations are emergencies. For example, when your dog gets sick in the middle of night and...
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. Never happened in real life. All men belong to themselves and their respective wives.
Warnings: Non-graphic sex.
A/N: The idea of this fic came to me because of my vet (I mean, my pets vet) who is very sexy ^^ Unfortunately, my dog and cat are very healthy so I don’t visit him more often then twice a year. xD Don’t worry, I’m not that cruel, I don’t want my pets to be sick, but still... See, I feel the same as Frank.
Whimpers.
Frank murmured something in the pillow. He didn't want to wake up yet, he was having a nice dream and he wasn't ready to face reality just yet. But reality had no time to wait.
Whimpers grow louder.
He eventually shook himself awake and sat up on the bed. He located the source of the noises immediately.
"Missy!" His dog lay on her side and whined helplessly. In one second Frank was crouched beside her. "Missy, what's going on?"
Of course Missy couldn't answer, but it was obvious to Frank that she was suffering from something. He started touching her small body and when he pushed her stomach, she yelped loudly.
Frank looked up on clock: 1:30 a.m. It was an ungodly hour, but Doctor Foster, who was Missy's vet for five years, always told Frank that he can call him at anytime if he needed him. So Frank ran to the phone and dialed the doctor's number. He shifted from one foot to the other, waiting for the doctor to pick up the receiver. Instead, he heard the voice of the automatic secretary, telling him that Doctor Foster went on holidays.
"Shit," he cursed and glance at the whimpering Missy. His dog was sick and he couldn't help her in any way. The awful feeling of panic was starting to rise in his chest.
"Whoo! Stop it, Frank,” he told himself firmly. Surely there is another doctor who can help Missy. Think, Frank, think.
He crouched beside her again and told her to be brave, mentally telling himself the same thing. He turned on his computer and started searching for some clinic. After a few minutes he was standing by the phone again, picking out the number to the vet he found on the internet. A few rings passed by and he started panicking again, when somebody finally pick up the phone.
"Animal clinic, how may I help you? "Some man asked in a sleepy voice.
Frank was never so relieved in his whole life.
"My dog is sick, I think it's serious, she’s laying down and whimpering constantly, and I don't know what to do, and she’s really hurting, and I..."
"Please, calm down." The man was now awake completely, his voice was strong and calming. "Tell me, has she got a fever? Was she vomiting?"
"I don’t think she was... She is all hot, maybe she has fever, I don't know, I'm not sure I even have a thermometer, her belly is really sore and..."
"All right." The man cut Frank off firmly, probably feeling the other man starting to hyperventilate. "Just please wrap her in some blanket to keep her warm and bring her here."
"Okay, thank you, I'll be there in as fast as I can," Frank said and hung up quickly. He ran to his bedroom, got dressed hurriedly and wrapped a blanket around Missy. He picked her up, mentally thanking God that he decide to buy such a small dog, and left his house, not bothering himself about locking the door.
***
Ten minutes later he stopped his car in a front of the clinic. It was a small building, only with a first floor and small parking space. Everything was dark and empty except one window where he saw light. He lifted Missy in his arms and went inside. He was standing in a reception room, not sure which doors led to the exam room when suddenly one of them opened up and the man appeared. He was slightly taller than Frank (which isn't hard, cause most people are taller than Frank), he had honey brown hair and rimmed glasses. A white smock covered most of his body but he seemed to be quite skinny. He smiled at Frank and despite all his nervousness and worrying about Missy Frank felt butterflies in his stomach, which made him blush.
"Hello." The man didn't stop smiling. "I suppose this is the dog with the sore stomach?"
"Yes, I brought her here as fast as I could..."
"Don't worry. We’ll help her soon. Follow me, please."
Frank followed the man to the examination room. Missy didn't stop whimpering and he felt her start to shake.
"Lie her here." The man pointed at a large table with a bright lamp above it. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Doctor Michael Way."
"Frank Iero." Frank replied watching how the doctor examined Missy, first checking her temperature, next touching and kneading her body and then listening to her with a stethoscope. Frank noticed that he had beautiful hands: slim and strong, with long slender fingers. Suddenly he had a thought about laying there instead of Missy and he felt blood rushing to his groin. 'Damn,' he thought, 'you bastard! Your dog is sick and you get a boner in the vet's office!' He moved closer to the table pretending he just wanted to pet Missy's head. Fortunately, the table was high enough to cover him from the waist down.
"She'll be ok, won't she?" he asked quietly.
Doctor Way frowned, then withdrew the stethoscope from his ears and asked: "Did she eat something new lately?"
Frank shook his head. "No, just dry dog food, as always."
"I thought it might have been food poisoning, but in that case... Did she eat some plants when you walked her last evening? Or maybe at home?"
"Plants? Why would she do such a thing? She's a dog, not a rabbit." Frank eyed the vet warily.
"Well, when dogs or cats lick their fur, hair gathered in their stomachs. When they want to get rid of these hairs, they eat plants or grass to cause vomiting. So?"
"I don't have any plants in my house. On the walk... I don't know."
"You don't know?" This time it was Doctor's Way turn to eye Frank.
Frank hadn’t felt more ashamed in his whole life.
"Just... Last evening I had a lot of work, I'm a journalist, and I didn't have time to walk her properly so I opened the door and let her go on her own... She knows the way back home so..." Frank stopped talking feeling his stomach come up his throat. Missy was seriously ill and it was all his fault. He blinked, feeling tears gather at the back of his eyelids.
Doctor Way just sighed. It wasn't the first case like that.
"So as I don't know what actually caused this poisoning, there isn't much I can do. I'll give her some painkillers and that's all."
"But... Can't you help her?"
"Unfortunately no. We can just hope that her body is strong enough to fight the infection by itself."
Frank just went limp at those words and bowed his head trying to hide the tears filling up his eyes. He loved Missy like nothing else in the world. He bought her when she was a small puppy and she quickly became his best friend. They ate and slept together, went for walks and when he worked on his computer, she was always near him, laying under the desk or sitting on his lap. When he had no one to listen to him, he always talked to Missy and she looked at him with big brown eyes, and seemed to understand every single word. And now he was gonna lose her, just because of his own stupidity.
Frank felt Doctor Way placing his hand on his shoulder and squeezing it lightly.
"I'm sorry. Now you must decide if you want to take her home and call me if she gets worse or you can leave her here and I will call you. We have something like a little hospital in the back of the building, mostly for homeless animals."
Frank blinked to shove tears away and raised his head up.
"I don't know..." Doctor Way’s hand was still on his shoulder and it was distracting him a little. Suddenly he remembered his erection and peeked at his crouch. Luckily, thoughts about Missy made it go down, so at least he could stop worrying about getting embarrassed again. "I'd like to be beside her, but if it became worse I won't have time to bring her here in time."
Doctor Way thought a little, then said: "Well, if you want to, you can stay with her in clinic for tonight."
"Really?" Frank lit up a little.
"Yeah, usually I don't have many patients on night shift, so you won't bother me in any way."
"Ok then, so I'll stay here."
The other man nodded, and then he gave Missy an injection of painkilling medication. Soon her whimpers quieted down and she fell asleep. He picked her up and gestured to Frank to follow him. They went on the back of the building; to a small room with several cages in various sizes. The doctor spread Missy's blanket in one of them and then laid her down gently and walked away, without closing the cage's door.
Frank sat heavily on the cool floor, with his knees up to his chin and one arm wrapped around them while petting Missy with his free hand. He started mumbling soothing words to her, not quite sure if she could even hear him, but it wasn't important, it was more soothing him then her. Slowly he stopped talking and just sat there, his eyes never leaving Missy. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep.
He awoke at the feeling of somebody shaking his arm. He opened his eyes and looked up.
"Mr. Iero, it's not healthy to sleep on the cold floor. Please, take a seat." Doctor Way gestured towards a desk crammed with piles of papers, standing in the corner.
"It's Frank" he corrected.
"Ok, Frank, and I'm Mikey." The doctor smiled at him and Frank thought he had the prettiest smile in the world. He took Frank's hand and helped him stand up. He led Frank to the desk. "I was wondering, would you like some coffee?"
"I'd love some." Frank smiled at Mikey gratefully and he realized that their hands were still linked. Both men blushed. Mikey cleared his throat and let go of Frank's hand.
"Yeah... So, I'll go and make it. Be right back." He turned on his heels and disappeared into a dark corridor.
Frank sat on the chair, feeling awkwardly disappointed. Why was it such a good sensation? He wanted Mikey to hold his hand forever. He blinked rapidly and slapped himself in the head. "Stop it, you acting like a high school girl!" He said with irritation. "It's about your dog, you fucker..."
"Huh? What's with your dog? Is she feeling worse?" Mikey asked in confusion as he walked back with two cups of coffee in his hands.
"Um..." Frank blushed again. Recently he was doing it all the time. Great, now he wasn't only The Bad Owner Who Lets His Dog Walking Alone, now he was The Moron Who Talks To Himself too. His chances to attract Doctor Way dropped below zero. Wait, what?
Mikey crouched beside the cage and started examine Missy again. Frank grabbed one cup and started sipping his coffee. The feeling of nervousness overwhelmed him again as he watching his dog. Missy lay on her side, motionless, seemingly unaware of Mikey touching her body. He was afraid he could lose her and this felling was like a knife stabbed his heart.
Suddenly, Missy shuddered once, then again and her eyes popped open. Frank set his cup aside and in one second he was next to the cage. "Missy..." he whispered, kneeling beside her and touching her head. She just twitched her ear in his direction. He turned his worried glance to Doctor Way.
Mikey straightened himself up and smiled at Frank. "Well, I have good news: your dog will be okay. She's just a little bit dumb-founded due to the medicine I gave her, but..." He never had a chance to end the sentence as Frank threw himself into Mikey's arms, hugging him tightly.
"Oh, thank God, thank God... Thank you! Thank you so much!" Frank nearly screamed in his ear, his face somewhere near Mikey's neck. Mikey, with his arms suddenly full of the other man, couldn't do anything else but hug him back.
Frank drew back a little bit, his arms still around Mikey's neck, and he looked into those green eyes. Without thinking he pressed his lips against the other's, pulling out after three seconds.
"Oh my God!" he exclaimed, jumping back, hands raised to his mouth." I'm so sorry, I didn't mean, I just-"
Mikey looked at him with wide eyes, then he made a decision. He took a step towards the shorter man, grabbed his shoulders and kissed him deeply, cutting his babbling in the middle. Frank was start led for a moment, then he wrapped his arms around Mikey's neck again, leaning happily into the kiss. He felt Mikey's tongue on his lower lip and he parted his lips, letting it in. Soon he was lost with their tongues dancing together in his mouth.
Lifting Frank's shirt up, Mikey touched the other's chest, fingers circling around his nipples. Frank moaned in his mouth, sending chills running down Mikey's back. He pushed him against the cages, which creaked and shook dangerously.
"Not here," said Mikey, breaking the kiss. Frank caught his breath and let himself be led by the hand. But Mikey didn't even exit the room. He removed Frank’s shirt and pushed him against the desk. Frank wasn't wasting his time, one leg already free from his pants; he worked on the second one. Mikey took the belt keeping his smock tied, but before he could untie it, Frank shook his head violently. "No."
Mikey looked at him, astonished, then he understood. He smirked. "You like men in uniforms, huh?"
Frank blushed, but before he could say anything, Mikey lifted him up and sat him on the desk, covering his mouth with another kiss. His hands started roaming along Frank's body, causing Frank to hold his breath. The feeling was better than he imagined.
"Take them off," Mikey panted, almost not stopping the kissing and caressing of Frank. When the shorter man looked at him with confusion, he added: "My pants." Frank obeyed, unzipping his pants and taking them off along with his underwear, when Mikey did the same with Frank's boxers.
He stopped for a moment, taking his time to admire the other man. Frank smiled sheepishly, not sure what to do, but he didn’t have to wonder too long. Mikey came back to kissing, this time one of his hand crept up Frank's leg, to his groin. As soon as his fingers embraced the sensitive organ, Frank moaned loudly. He felt aroused from the last few hours and he couldn't resist this urge anymore. He spread his legs widely.
Mikey didn't want to waste his time, either. He opened the desk's drawer, fumbled inside a little, finally pulling out a silver tube. He squeeze a bit of gel of his hand, when Frank asked, slightly amused: "You keep the lube in the animal clinic?" Mikey just smirked. "No, I use it to do ultrasonography." Frank made the "what the fuck?" face, but it quickly changed, as Mikey showed his finger into his hole. He pushed it in and out, then added a second and separated them inside.
Frank gasped, when the fingers brushed his prostate. "All right, I'm ready," he panted. Suddenly Mikey went to his knees. Frank blinked. 'Is he gonna...' he thought, but unfortunately Mikey just grabbed his pants from the floor, took the wallet from a back pocket and retrieved a condom from it with a grin on his face. He stood back on his feet, put the condom on, then lubed it generously. He placed himself between Frank's legs and glanced at the other man. Frank just nodded.
Behind them, Missy groaned in her cage, shutting her eyes. She had a headache, and surely lot of moans, sounds of desk creaking and papers falling on the floor along with coffee cups, didn't help.
***
Frank was standing in the clinic, holding Missy again. But she felt a lot better now; she even wriggled a little, trying to jump off his arms and stand on her own paws. The morning sun shining brightly through the blinds and Frank felt so happy, because Missy was healthy again and Mikey stood there, smiling at him, and his ass was throbbing a little, and Mikey looked so pretty with disheveled hair and crumpled clothes and...
"Here." Mikey handed him a paper. "Missy has to be on a diet for a couple of days, I've written you down what can she eat. And here," he gave him a second sheet "it's my phone number. You know, in case you'll have an emergency again."
Frank took both papers, smiling. Surely Missy will need a check up, won't she? Then his smile changed into grin. Because, Mikey didn't say what kind of emergency he meant.