Doctors
Title: Doctors (1/?)
Rating: R for now, NC-17 for later.
Author:
chatty_one
Summary: Patrick hated doctors. That's why Andy had to drag him kicking and screaming. But once he has a visit with Doctor Wentz, his views changed drastically.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, and to my knowledge Pete isn't a doctor...unless I missed something somewhere in his biography which I HIGHLY doubt I did :D
Notes: Un-betaed. Will be chaptered. I have somewhat of an idea as to where I want this to go, but if you have any please PLEASE don't hesitate to let me know. I could use some. :D
“Andy, do you honestly find nothing wrong with this situation?” Patrick Stumph huffed, crossing his arms over his chest while moving his gaze to the window. “I mean, being realistic here, who drags their 22 year old friend to a doctor?”
A sly smirk crept its way to Andy’s lips as he stopped at a red light.
“The only thing I find wrong here is dragging my 22 year old friend to the doctor while he kicks and screams. Makes him seem 10.” He replied, stepping on the accelerator as the light flashed bright green.
Patrick grunted and didn’t respond for a few moments. Andy extended his arm over and turned on the radio during this awkward silence, and Bush’s song “Glycerin” floated nicely through the speakers. Patrick’s scowl grew deeper and he reached to turn the radio off. Andy sighed.
“You know, Andy? There’s nothing wrong with me. I don’t understand why you are making me come here in the first place.” Patrick continued, his eyes widening as he saw the clinic come into view.
The red-head rolled his eyes, pulling the car into the clinic’s parking lot and putting the car in park after coming to an abrupt stop.
“Don’t question, get out. I’ll be here waiting.” Andy ordered.
Patrick placed a finger in the air to protest, but Andy waved him off and pulled out some current book he was reading. With a final growl, Patrick stepped out of the car and into the clinic, walking up to a bored-looking receptionist.
“Do you have an appointment?” She asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes. Annoyed, Patrick nodded and turned away.
“I’m going to need your name, honey.” Came the next response, causing Patrick to look at her again. She had bright blue eyes that matched the sky, and her hair was long and dark, contradicting her pale skin. Patrick sighed.
“Patrick Stumph.”
The receptionist smiled and pulled up a program on her computer, typing in his name quickly. Patrick took the time to wonder how it was even possible to type with such long finger nails.
“Okay sir, it says you have a three o’clock appointment with Dr. Wentz. He’s ready now so go ahead in. His room is the third door on the left down that hallway.”
Patrick thanked the woman and walked off in the direction her finger was pointing, slowing his speed as he came up to a door labeled ‘Wentz.’ This was the one. Taking a deep breath, Patrick placed his hand on the door knob and opened the door slowly to find a doctor leaning over his sink, cleaning a few medical tools. Patrick winced at the sight.
“Excuse me?”
The doctor turned around and Patrick took in the beauty of his face. His skin was a deep tan color and his eyes were smooth and light like caramel, almost matching his skin. He had thick dark hair that fell slightly to the side, and when the man flashed a smile, Patrick noticed just how white and perfect his teeth were.
“Hey! Are you Patrick? I’ve been waiting for you! I’m Dr. Wentz, but please just call me Pete. Doctor makes it sound like a profession.” Dr. Wentz exclaimed, also taking time to melt at Patrick’s looks. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen eyes as blue and grey as his before, or hair quite as strawberry blonde and a face that looked so much younger than he probably was, but he put the boy’s looks to the side and held his hand out for Patrick to shake. The blonde accepted reluctantly, after offering a slight chuckle at Dr. Wentz’s comment.
“Yeah, I’m Patrick. Nice to meet you.”
“Well that’s good; at least I gave my speech to the right person. Go ahead and take a seat.”
Patrick obeyed quickly, sitting down on a rather uncomfortable steel table, trailing his gaze to the tiled floor and trying his hardest not to look at such a gorgeous face again.
“Okay Patrick, what exactly are you here for today? I have a chart but I trust you more than writing on a piece of paper.”
Patrick choked on a slight chuckle and felt his cheeks turn bright pink. Hoping Dr. Wentz didn’t notice, he cleared his throat and answered,
“Well, nothing in particular. My friend is making me come because I haven’t been to a doctor in five years.” Dr. Wentz looked shocked.
“Five years?” He exclaimed. “What do you think you’re superman?”
Patrick left the question to linger as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the table. Dr. Wentz noticed the annoyed habit and cleared his throat, moving his eyes from the man’s body.
“Okay superman, I’ll get this show on the road then, huh?”
Dr. Wentz took the stethoscope off from around his neck and positioned the ear-pieces comfortably in his ears, before placing the cool metal to Patrick’s chest, over his shirt. Patrick sucked in a shaky inhale at the touch, and Dr. Wentz had to clench his teeth to refrain from jumping on that man…
Snapping back to reality, Dr. Wentz moved the stethoscope around for a bit, noticing that Patrick’s heartbeat was slightly accelerated but sounded perfect. He held back a sly smile as he placed a hand on Patrick’s knee, slowly creeping up to his thighs. Patrick’s heartbeat took off, and Dr. Wentz chuckled. Patrick mentally cursed the doctor for having to be listening to his heart that that moment.
“Don’t worry Patrick, I’m not a monster, you can relax.” But Dr. Wentz’s hand never left his thigh.
Patrick bit down on his lip a little too roughly, hoping that Dr. Wentz wouldn’t become anymore physical then he already was. The blonde became agitated though, when Dr. Wentz moved the stethoscope to his back, now aiming to hear his breathing.
Patrick forced it steady as that naughty hand crawled even closer to his lower region. His breathing hitched and Dr. Wentz let out a breathy laugh into Patrick’s ear.
“The point of me listening to you breathe is having you breathe. Can’t hear much when you’re holding your breath.”
Turning ten more shades of red, Patrick tried to relax himself into normal breathing pattern again. Oh how he cursed that naughty wandering hand. Dr. Wentz removed the stethoscope completely now and placed his hands to the bottom of Patrick’s neck, checking for any signs of swollen glands.
When he found none, he bent down to perfect eye-to-crotch level and balled his hand to a fist, hitting Patrick’s knee a centimeter below the cap. Patrick’s leg kicked up and missed Dr. Wentz’s face by mere inches.
“You know, I’m supposed to use a hammer, but this way is just so much more fun. I get to touch you.” Dr. Wentz teased, moving his unoccupied hand back to Patrick’s thigh, inching closer to his noticeably growing erection with every second. Once his hand came to rest right on top, Patrick yelped and quickly jumped down from the table, staring at Dr. Wentz as if he had ten heads.
“You know maybe I’ll just go…I’m not partial to getting groped by the same person who is supposed to be making sure I’m healthy.” Patrick decided, heading for the door.
Failing at holding back a smirk, Dr. Wentz reached for Patrick’s arm and pulled him back, pointing at his very noticeable erection.
“Doesn’t look like you had that big of a problem with it.”
Patrick’s gaze fell to the floor as he laughed nervously, scratching his arm. He snapped back into reality though, when he realized he was falling into Dr. Wentz’s trap.
“Wait, no, you shouldn’t be looking! Get your eyes off of my penis and grow up!” Patrick ordered. Dr. Wentz’s smile never faltered. “Don’t even smile at me like that, you just invaded my personal privacy in ways I can’t even underst-”
Before completing the sentence, Patrick found his lips in collision with Dr. Wentz’s and he didn’t pull back, but instead let his tongue into the doctor’s mouth while moving his hands to Dr. Wentz’s hair and pulling gently.
When the kiss was over, Dr. Wentz pulled out a piece of paper from his desk and scribbled down his name and number, handing it to Patrick.
“You’re not as shy as you look. Call me tonight and we’ll get together sometime.”
Patrick walked out of Dr. Wentz’s room with a smile the size of Russia on his face. Maybe he didn’t hate doctors as much as he thought.
He had to thank Andy.
Rating: R for now, NC-17 for later.
Author:
chatty_oneSummary: Patrick hated doctors. That's why Andy had to drag him kicking and screaming. But once he has a visit with Doctor Wentz, his views changed drastically.
Disclaimer: They are not mine, and to my knowledge Pete isn't a doctor...unless I missed something somewhere in his biography which I HIGHLY doubt I did :D
Notes: Un-betaed. Will be chaptered. I have somewhat of an idea as to where I want this to go, but if you have any please PLEASE don't hesitate to let me know. I could use some. :D
“Andy, do you honestly find nothing wrong with this situation?” Patrick Stumph huffed, crossing his arms over his chest while moving his gaze to the window. “I mean, being realistic here, who drags their 22 year old friend to a doctor?”
A sly smirk crept its way to Andy’s lips as he stopped at a red light.
“The only thing I find wrong here is dragging my 22 year old friend to the doctor while he kicks and screams. Makes him seem 10.” He replied, stepping on the accelerator as the light flashed bright green.
Patrick grunted and didn’t respond for a few moments. Andy extended his arm over and turned on the radio during this awkward silence, and Bush’s song “Glycerin” floated nicely through the speakers. Patrick’s scowl grew deeper and he reached to turn the radio off. Andy sighed.
“You know, Andy? There’s nothing wrong with me. I don’t understand why you are making me come here in the first place.” Patrick continued, his eyes widening as he saw the clinic come into view.
The red-head rolled his eyes, pulling the car into the clinic’s parking lot and putting the car in park after coming to an abrupt stop.
“Don’t question, get out. I’ll be here waiting.” Andy ordered.
Patrick placed a finger in the air to protest, but Andy waved him off and pulled out some current book he was reading. With a final growl, Patrick stepped out of the car and into the clinic, walking up to a bored-looking receptionist.
“Do you have an appointment?” She asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes. Annoyed, Patrick nodded and turned away.
“I’m going to need your name, honey.” Came the next response, causing Patrick to look at her again. She had bright blue eyes that matched the sky, and her hair was long and dark, contradicting her pale skin. Patrick sighed.
“Patrick Stumph.”
The receptionist smiled and pulled up a program on her computer, typing in his name quickly. Patrick took the time to wonder how it was even possible to type with such long finger nails.
“Okay sir, it says you have a three o’clock appointment with Dr. Wentz. He’s ready now so go ahead in. His room is the third door on the left down that hallway.”
Patrick thanked the woman and walked off in the direction her finger was pointing, slowing his speed as he came up to a door labeled ‘Wentz.’ This was the one. Taking a deep breath, Patrick placed his hand on the door knob and opened the door slowly to find a doctor leaning over his sink, cleaning a few medical tools. Patrick winced at the sight.
“Excuse me?”
The doctor turned around and Patrick took in the beauty of his face. His skin was a deep tan color and his eyes were smooth and light like caramel, almost matching his skin. He had thick dark hair that fell slightly to the side, and when the man flashed a smile, Patrick noticed just how white and perfect his teeth were.
“Hey! Are you Patrick? I’ve been waiting for you! I’m Dr. Wentz, but please just call me Pete. Doctor makes it sound like a profession.” Dr. Wentz exclaimed, also taking time to melt at Patrick’s looks. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen eyes as blue and grey as his before, or hair quite as strawberry blonde and a face that looked so much younger than he probably was, but he put the boy’s looks to the side and held his hand out for Patrick to shake. The blonde accepted reluctantly, after offering a slight chuckle at Dr. Wentz’s comment.
“Yeah, I’m Patrick. Nice to meet you.”
“Well that’s good; at least I gave my speech to the right person. Go ahead and take a seat.”
Patrick obeyed quickly, sitting down on a rather uncomfortable steel table, trailing his gaze to the tiled floor and trying his hardest not to look at such a gorgeous face again.
“Okay Patrick, what exactly are you here for today? I have a chart but I trust you more than writing on a piece of paper.”
Patrick choked on a slight chuckle and felt his cheeks turn bright pink. Hoping Dr. Wentz didn’t notice, he cleared his throat and answered,
“Well, nothing in particular. My friend is making me come because I haven’t been to a doctor in five years.” Dr. Wentz looked shocked.
“Five years?” He exclaimed. “What do you think you’re superman?”
Patrick left the question to linger as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the table. Dr. Wentz noticed the annoyed habit and cleared his throat, moving his eyes from the man’s body.
“Okay superman, I’ll get this show on the road then, huh?”
Dr. Wentz took the stethoscope off from around his neck and positioned the ear-pieces comfortably in his ears, before placing the cool metal to Patrick’s chest, over his shirt. Patrick sucked in a shaky inhale at the touch, and Dr. Wentz had to clench his teeth to refrain from jumping on that man…
Snapping back to reality, Dr. Wentz moved the stethoscope around for a bit, noticing that Patrick’s heartbeat was slightly accelerated but sounded perfect. He held back a sly smile as he placed a hand on Patrick’s knee, slowly creeping up to his thighs. Patrick’s heartbeat took off, and Dr. Wentz chuckled. Patrick mentally cursed the doctor for having to be listening to his heart that that moment.
“Don’t worry Patrick, I’m not a monster, you can relax.” But Dr. Wentz’s hand never left his thigh.
Patrick bit down on his lip a little too roughly, hoping that Dr. Wentz wouldn’t become anymore physical then he already was. The blonde became agitated though, when Dr. Wentz moved the stethoscope to his back, now aiming to hear his breathing.
Patrick forced it steady as that naughty hand crawled even closer to his lower region. His breathing hitched and Dr. Wentz let out a breathy laugh into Patrick’s ear.
“The point of me listening to you breathe is having you breathe. Can’t hear much when you’re holding your breath.”
Turning ten more shades of red, Patrick tried to relax himself into normal breathing pattern again. Oh how he cursed that naughty wandering hand. Dr. Wentz removed the stethoscope completely now and placed his hands to the bottom of Patrick’s neck, checking for any signs of swollen glands.
When he found none, he bent down to perfect eye-to-crotch level and balled his hand to a fist, hitting Patrick’s knee a centimeter below the cap. Patrick’s leg kicked up and missed Dr. Wentz’s face by mere inches.
“You know, I’m supposed to use a hammer, but this way is just so much more fun. I get to touch you.” Dr. Wentz teased, moving his unoccupied hand back to Patrick’s thigh, inching closer to his noticeably growing erection with every second. Once his hand came to rest right on top, Patrick yelped and quickly jumped down from the table, staring at Dr. Wentz as if he had ten heads.
“You know maybe I’ll just go…I’m not partial to getting groped by the same person who is supposed to be making sure I’m healthy.” Patrick decided, heading for the door.
Failing at holding back a smirk, Dr. Wentz reached for Patrick’s arm and pulled him back, pointing at his very noticeable erection.
“Doesn’t look like you had that big of a problem with it.”
Patrick’s gaze fell to the floor as he laughed nervously, scratching his arm. He snapped back into reality though, when he realized he was falling into Dr. Wentz’s trap.
“Wait, no, you shouldn’t be looking! Get your eyes off of my penis and grow up!” Patrick ordered. Dr. Wentz’s smile never faltered. “Don’t even smile at me like that, you just invaded my personal privacy in ways I can’t even underst-”
Before completing the sentence, Patrick found his lips in collision with Dr. Wentz’s and he didn’t pull back, but instead let his tongue into the doctor’s mouth while moving his hands to Dr. Wentz’s hair and pulling gently.
When the kiss was over, Dr. Wentz pulled out a piece of paper from his desk and scribbled down his name and number, handing it to Patrick.
“You’re not as shy as you look. Call me tonight and we’ll get together sometime.”
Patrick walked out of Dr. Wentz’s room with a smile the size of Russia on his face. Maybe he didn’t hate doctors as much as he thought.
He had to thank Andy.