“Everything is looking normal. I’m going to palpate your lymph nodes now. Let me know if you experience any tenderness.”
Dylan nodded. “I will.”
Dr. Schaffer squeezed his shoulder. “Good.”
To Dylan’s surprise, the doctor walked around the bench and came to a stop behind him. He turned his face to see what he was doing, but Dr. Schaffer grabbed his head and turned him back around.
“Keep your face forward, please.”
“All right,” Dylan said, forcing himself to breathe normally.
He kept his head still, skin prickling as he felt Dr. Schaffer’s huge form looming behind him. Dr. Schaffer put his hands on his shoulders, making him jump, the movement making the doctor chuckle.
“Relax.” Dr. Schaffer curved his fingers around the side of Dylan’s neck, his other hand sliding down to feel along the upper edge of his collar bone.
Dylan trembled as Dr. Schaffer’s large fingers moved across his skin, and when the doctor moved from his collarbone and up the side of his throat, he shuddered. Dr. Schaffer rubbed small circles with the tips of his fingers, moving up under Dylan’s jaw and following his jawline.
It felt far too intimate.
“Are you okay?” Dr. Schaffer asked, his voice coming from suspiciously close to Dylan’s ear. He’d finished feeling up the left side of Dylan’s lymph nodes and had started repeating the process on his other side.
“I’m fine,” Dylan croaked, his voice weak. He coughed. “You have warm hands.”
Dylan regretted the words the second they were out of his mouth.
“Thank you.”
Dr. Schaffer didn’t say anything else, the compliment lingering in the air between them.
“Lift your arms.”
Dylan could feel Dr. Schaffer stepping away from his back, the movement prompting him to look back.
His mouth dried at the sight of Dr. Schaffer pulling on a pair of black gloves. The way the latex clung to the doctor’s hands – pulled tight and showing off every vein on top of his hand – was startlingly erotic.
“I’m going to check under your arms.”
The words were an explanation and a warning. Dr. Schaffer moved back to his front and stood between his legs, reaching out and moving both hands under Dylan’s arms.
Dylan had to close his eyes, overwhelmed by Dr. Schaffer’s closeness. The way he loomed over him, touching him and standing close enough that his scent filled Dylan’s nose, was all too much for Dylan’s poor little gay heart.
“Still no tenderness?” Dr. Schaffer asked, his tone professional.
Dylan shook his head.
Dr. Schaffer moved his hand down, touching Dylan’s sensitive flank and making him jerk away at the tickling sensation.
Dr. Schaffer smirked. “Ticklish?”
Dylan’s first instinct was to lie, but then he realized how ridiculous that would be. Dr. Schaffer wasn’t going to start tickling him.
“A little,” he admitted.
There was a pause, and then Dr. Schaffer chuckled. “Good to know.”
He removed his hands from under Dylan’s arms and stripped off his gloves, throwing them in the trash.
“I need you to breathe normally.”
