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They stand with their foreheads connected against that kitchen wall, and Chase attempts a laugh, embarrassed, apologizing to the doctor for killing the mood.
“The mood can be whatever you want it to be,” Henrik tells him, smiling softly as he cleans all traces of tears. “Would you like the watch a movie or play a board game? Whatever you want, my dear”
Chase stares, thinking about all of it. Henrik is not mad at him, he’s not upset that nothing could happen and that shocks him a bit.
Henrik takes a step back and drops his arms, giving him space. He smiles, takes his hand, and points at the living room area with his chin. Oh God, Chase is going to cry again.
He shakes his head and asks the man to give him a second while he gathers his thoughts. The doctor nods, but when he tries to let go of his hand Chase squeezes it harder.
“I…” Henrik waits, patience as ever, and he tries again. “I told you already, I do want this…” he stares at their hands and thinks really hard about what he’s about to say, finally deciding to just get it over with and say it. Like ripping off a bandaid.
“I’veneverbeenwithanothermanbefore”
Henrik tilts his head, a smile on his lips as he asks the man to repeat himself, “and breath this time”
Chase groans, but he does as he’s told, taking a deep breath. “I’ve… never… been with a, um, a man before” it feels strangely liberating, way better than just blurting it out like a crazy person. He takes another breath and continues, reassured by the pressure on his hand. “I’m not good at this, Hen. I don’t know what to do, but… I want it. I do. I want you to fuck me so hard right now”
The smile on the doctor’s lip drops, and Chase swears he hears him growl. He stares at the man, pupils too big, and his hands find their place on his hips once more.
“Are you sure?” he asks in a voice that doesn't sound his own, too low, strained as if supressing the urge to push him against that stupid wall and take him. He might as well be if the way his hands grip Chase’s sides harder when he nods is any indication to go by. He can feel the bruises forming, and it does something to him.
Henrik sucks in a breath and buries his head in the crook of his neck, lips brushing against his skin when he speaks. “heilige Scheiße, Chase, you cannot say things like that to me.” He huffs, planting an open mouth kiss on the back of his ear before asking again if he’s sure this is what he wants.
He continues kissing him there, making his soft laugh turn into moans. ”yes, Henrik, I’m good. I’m so good right now, I just wanna feel you”. He feels a particularly hard bite and arches his back, just letting the words fall off his tongue without any shame. “I wanna feel you inside of me, Henrik, C'mon, fuck me”
This time the man does push him against the wall and kisses him hard on the mouth. “I’m going to ruin you”
“Good, you’ve been far too nice to me today”
They stare at each other with glassy eyes, both breathing a bit too hard. Henrik looks like he’s having a hard time keeping his hands to himself, and he asks again, without words this time, if he’s sure about this, and Chase nods.
Their hands are sweaty, sticky, but the boy can’t help but smile while looking at their now intertwined fingers.
They walk back to the bedroom in silence, except for the sound of his too-fast beating heart in his ears.
He’s not nervous, though, he feels like he should be, but he’s not.
Standing in front of the doctor, he’s not nervous. He’s excited.
They keep eye contact as Chase tugs on Henrik’s sweater, pulling it loose from where it had been neatly tucked behind his belt. He drags it up, and the taller man helps him get it over his head and onto the floor.
He loosens the dress shirt, too, and focuses on unbuttoning it, starting from the bottom, up. He works on each button quietly, feeling those blue eyes still on him even when his own are now on the garment. He pushes the fabric off his shoulders when he’s done and watches it fall on the floor by their feet.
Henrik is a few inches taller and slimmer than him, which has never bothered him before, but in this moment, knowing full well what is about to happen, Chase is reminded of all his imperfections. The extra pounds spilling out his sides, the scars adorning his body. It's not pretty.
The doctor sees the change, the worry now on his face, and takes his hand in his. He brings it up to his cheek and leans into the touch, turning to kiss his open palm. It makes the boy smile.
Chase holds him there and is the German who makes a move next. “I know what you’re thinking,” he says, mere inches away from his face, “you’re beautiful, you’re worth it, and I can’t wait to make you mine, mein liebling”
He sighs when their lips connect, hugging the doctor and feeling his hands roaming everywhere while working on taking his shirt off too.
They kiss slowly, tasting each other, and Henrik swallows down the boy’s moans when his hands go down to his pants. He feels his body around the hem of the jeans teasingly, and Chase casually mentions against his lips he’s not wearing any underwear. Henrik pulls apart, raising an amused eyebrow and the boy’s face goes red as he explains himself.
“to be fair, I didn’t actually plan to do this with you today, and going through your underwear drawer just seemed like an unnecessary invasion of privacy if you ask me”
Henrik shakes his head at him, a smile on his lips, “you’re unbelievable.”
Chase shrugs. Really, he wasn’t planning any of this, but he isn’t complaining that is happening either, especially when the doctor looks at him with that softness and care in his eyes. He feels, wanted.
He feels his ass being squeezed, and huffs, letting the man manhandle him for a bit. He’s being lifted and placed in bed softly with the doctor hovering over him.
The man asks him what he would like to do now, and Chase grins, wiggling out of his jeans, much like he had the night before on this same bed. He was drunk then, though, and there wasn’t a handsome man looking down at his erection with lust in his eyes.
Oh, there’s that nervousness settling in now, or maybe it’s the hand caressing his thighs making his heart beat faster. Maybe is the feeling of nails digging into his skin making his breath hitch.
The hand moves, and he holds back a whine, watching Henrik leave the bed. He panics for a second, thinking he did something wrong, but the doctor smiles at him by the foot of the bed, making a bit of a show in removing his own jeans and shoes.
Chase bites his lips, smiling, and his dick twitches at the sight. He never thought this would happen, he never thought he could have Henrik like this, moving around his room ass naked for him. It does something to his heart, something he’s only felt once before. He shakes his head, not wanting to think about how that ended up the first time, right now, and the doctor asks him if he’s alright when climbing back on the bed.
He smiles, eyes turning into half moons, and a bubbly laugh leaves his lips the more he stares at the man. It’s not funny, there’s nothing funny about the situation. They’re both naked and hard, God, he’s so hard, and his dick hasn’t gotten any attention yet, but fuck, he’s happy.
Henrik calls him silly, holding his sides, and he leans down to kiss him with a smile on his own lips. They are happy, both of them. There’s a weight lifted off their shoulders, finally doing something about these bottled-up feelings.
They kiss and touch, hands in hair, and swallowed moans. They thrust against each other, the contact teasingly delicious. Chase needs more.
He arches his back, feeling fingers wrap around his cock, and he curses when the man moves his hand. The doctor kisses his neck, whispering sweet nothings against his skin while jerking him and Chase sobs, thrusting with each movement.
Henrik reaches for the bedside table with his free hand, digging around the drawer and fishing out a small bottle of lube and a condom.
He tells Chase everything he’s going to do and praises him when the boy bends his legs and lifts his hips for him.
The doctor kisses the marred skin on his temple, reaching down to his hole with lube fingers, and Chase gasps at the new intrusion. He knits his eyebrows, and the doctor kisses his cheek, telling him how good he’s doing.
It doesn't take long for him to get used to it, though, rocking back to get more, and he mewls when there’s a second finger stretching him open.
Henrik bends his fingers inside of him, and he throws his head back in a silent scream. He kisses his temple again, removing his fingers, and opens the condom next to them.
Chase reaches for his hand, and they intertwine their fingers as the doctor slowly penetrates him.
The doctor curses in German, and Chase huffs, cupping his face and bringing him down for a kiss.
Henrik asks him if he’s alright, and Chase nods with a smile, kissing his nose and cheeks. The doctor buries his face in the crook of his neck, humming, and he gives an experimental thrust. It’s Chase’s turn to curse now.
They move slowly and deliberately, knuckles white and sweat dripping. The sound of hot breath, moans, and skin slapping filling the room.
Chase asks for more, and Henrik adjusts their position, sitting on his knees and lifting his legs up to rest on his shoulders. He quickens his pace, going deeper like this, and watching Chase fall apart in his hands.
The boy screams his name when he comes, spilling white all over his own stomach. Henrik kisses his forehead, bending, and follows him after a few more thrusts.
They kiss slowly, calming down their hearts with smiles on their lips. Everything is sticky and sweaty, Henrik even mentions the word ‘unsanitary’ at some point, but neither of them moves for a while, just feeling each other like this. It’s, peaceful.
💉🔫
“Hey, Hen”
“hmmm”
They’re still in bed, but some time has passed now. Henrik helped him get clean afterward, and their cuddle section turned into a nap. They woke up at lunchtime with tummies rumbling.
Now they’re sitting in bed, leaning against each other with thai food in their hands, watching some medical drama on the doctor’s tv. He likes to point out everything the characters are doing wrong, it makes the boy smile.
“What happens now?”
“Excuse me?”
“With us —you, me— What happens now?”
“We live,” the man says, staring down at the half-empty container in his hands. “We live our lives one day at a time”
Chase looks at him with an arched eyebrow, and when the doctor doesn't elaborate, he shrugs, resting his head on his shoulder. “You know, sometimes I don't understand a single word that comes out of your mouth, but it sounded nice... I’ll take it”.