“It’s fine. Hijinks told them I’d be an hour late. The attending on call owes me a favor, anyway. C’mon.”
When his stomach felt more at ease, Ottis stripped and wobbled into the shower. Doc was waiting for him with open arms. He pulled Ottis close, already smelling better—the shower hadwashed away the puke on him. Doc carefully shampooed Ottis’ hair and soaped up his body, rinsing him under the spray.
When both of them were clean, Doc wrapped a fluffy towel around Ottis. “I want you to try and rest today,” he murmured. “I’ll have Cook make some soup, something you can easily digest.”
“I want peppers,” Ottis blurted. “Spicy ones.”
Doc’s gaze sharpened. “Oh? Have you always enjoyed spicy food?”
Ottis shook his head. “No, just—When I was pregnant with Marcie,” he realized. “I never knew why I kept craving peppers during that pregnancy.”
Their eyes met. Doc sucked in a slow, shuddering breath, glancing down at Ottis’ belly. “Do you think...?”
Ottis’ heart thumped.
“You’ve been tired lately,” Doc murmured, dragging his knuckles over Ottis’ belly. “And nauseous. If I feed you some hot peppers...”
“I actually really enjoyed the hot peppers,” Ottis admitted. “With Marcie. The special effects were incredible.”
Doc’s breath hitched. When he met Ottis’ gaze again, there was something fierce in his eyes, something that made Ottis’ stomach flip.
He came so close that he turned into a blur. Then he lifted his mask, and all Ottis could see was bunched fabric, before Doc’s lips were on his, a toe-curling slide that made him gasp.
“Mine,” Doc growled, thrusting his tongue into Ottis’ mouth like a claim.
Ottis lost a bit of time there, in the silky caress of Doc’s lips, his scent filling Ottis’ lungs. Heat swelled in Ottis’ belly.
Doc reached under the towel and pushed his fingers between Ottis’ cheeks, boldly seeking out Ottis’ well-stretched hole. He slid them inside just like he had done before breakfast, three fingers pumping easily into Ottis’ body. Ottis gasped and clutched at him; it didn’t take long for Doc to find his prostate, for Doc to grind his fingers against it until Ottis shook and panted.
“Beautiful,” Doc rumbled, scissoring his fingers inside. “You’re all wet in here. Still dripping with my cum.”
Ottis had a brief flash of memory: Doc holding him down against the bed, plowing his cock so deep that Ottis thrashed and screamed.
Doc wrapped his other hand around Ottis’ cock now, stroking him firm and slow. Ottis came all over himself, his eyes rolling back.
“Perfect,” Doc growled. He released Ottis’ cock and pulled him closer, tucking his face over Ottis’ shoulder. Ottis felt movement. When Doc drew away, his hand was no longer smeared with cum, and his mask was back in place.
Only then did Doc slide his fingers out of Ottis’ ass.
“You should change your mask before you get to the hospital,” Ottis said, his face burning. “It smells like cum.”
Doc’s eyes crinkled. “It’s also very wet, yes.”
Ottis wanted to tease him about it, except Doc was probably really late for work. He shoved at the alpha. “You’re late. Go to work.”
“I’ll get you some special peppers,” Doc said. “If you can wait for my shift to be over.”
“I’ll try.”
Doc grinned and nuzzled him. Then he grabbed a clean set of scrubs and headed for the door.
Several hours later,Doc returned with a bag of hot peppers.
Ottis sat upright on the living room couch, reaching for them. “Gimme, gimme!”
Doc presented the bag with a flourish. Ottis scooped out the little packages, taking a moment to admire them. There were deep red peppers, wrinkled and thin, bright green peppers, smooth and wide. A package of round yellow peppers was tucked away at the bottom, next to some that were fire engine red. Ottis counted eleven different varieties.
“I can’t usually eat hot peppers,” he said with great awe. “They would burn my tongue off.”
