Bobby/Bosco slash kink drabble thingy
Because hearsawho wrote me one. Apparently now I owed her one.
Drabble-ish
Rated R
Bosco/Bobby
doctor role-playing kink
disclaimer here
It was the snap of the glove that did it -- still half-dressed with only his shirt off, barely home fore more than ten minutes before Bobby had shoved him, hard, towards the bedroom.
The cut on his shoulder hardly warranted even a band-aid in Bosco's opinion, but he wasn't the trained medical personnel -- Bobby had taken one look and grabbed the kit from the bathroom.
Bosco had bitched, was still bitching except the sound of the rubber glove made the words freeze in his throat as his dick went instantly hard.
He had a few choice words but kept them silent. Instead, he stared at the bedroom wall and didn't think about what Bobby might be doing back there. Antiseptic, bandages, who the hell knew?
"You're such a mother--" Bosco began, thinking of how much nagging Bobby could do, all the times he'd yell out 'don't forget your coat' or lunchbox or whatever.
Then there were fingers at his waistband, miles away from the cut on his shoulder which had already stopped bleeding on its on.
"I said, strip," came Bobby's soft, almost-pissed off voice.
Bosco swallowed a whimper and ripped his pants open.
Drabble-ish
Rated R
Bosco/Bobby
doctor role-playing kink
disclaimer here
It was the snap of the glove that did it -- still half-dressed with only his shirt off, barely home fore more than ten minutes before Bobby had shoved him, hard, towards the bedroom.
The cut on his shoulder hardly warranted even a band-aid in Bosco's opinion, but he wasn't the trained medical personnel -- Bobby had taken one look and grabbed the kit from the bathroom.
Bosco had bitched, was still bitching except the sound of the rubber glove made the words freeze in his throat as his dick went instantly hard.
He had a few choice words but kept them silent. Instead, he stared at the bedroom wall and didn't think about what Bobby might be doing back there. Antiseptic, bandages, who the hell knew?
"You're such a mother--" Bosco began, thinking of how much nagging Bobby could do, all the times he'd yell out 'don't forget your coat' or lunchbox or whatever.
Then there were fingers at his waistband, miles away from the cut on his shoulder which had already stopped bleeding on its on.
"I said, strip," came Bobby's soft, almost-pissed off voice.
Bosco swallowed a whimper and ripped his pants open.