Bass hooked his fingers in the waistband of Doc’s briefs and pulled them down. The elastic caught on the curve of his cock and then sprang free. Shiny with spit, it was average length but thick and flushed with blood. Bass licked a wet swipe from root to head and then shifted back onto his knees.
His cock nudged wetly against his stomach as he sat back. Bass ran his hands up Doc’s thighs, muscles pulled long and tight under the skin, to his knees so he could push them up. He grabbed the lube from the table and ripped it open with his teeth. It gave off a sharp, chemical scent of watermelon as he squeezed it onto his fingers.
Doc shifted and hitched his hips off the couch so Bass could push his gel-slick fingers into him. His head fell back, the line of it pulled tight under bruised skin and stubble. He pushed his hips forward against the penetrating fingers as Bass worked his tight ass wide and open. His cock bounced against his stomach in ragged time with his heartbeat, skin slick with come.
“So your ex was a bottom?” Bass asked as he pushed his fingers deeper until they grazed the firm, smooth bump of nerve-rich flesh.
A laugh and a groan tangled in Doc’s throat as his thighs trembled. “I take it you’re not?”
Bass brushed a kiss over Doc’s knee—all bone and a dozen faded childhood scars—and pressed down on the same spot again, a little harder this time. Doc swore, the words shredded between gritted teeth as he clenched around Bass’s fingers.
“What gave you that idea?” Bass asked smugly as he slid his hand free.
It took a second for Doc to get his breath back. When he did, the “condom” he gasped out wasn’t exactly what Bass wanted to hear. With one hand he groped at his jacket as he propped himself up on his elbow.
“I’ve got a clean bill of health,” Bass said as he wrapped slippery fingers around Doc’s cock. He dragged his thumb over the head and smirked at the whimper he coaxed out of Doc’s throat. “I don’t usually bother with a jacket.”
“I do,” Doc said as he extended the condom, pinched between two of his fingers. “Always.”
Bass could have argued, but he didn’t see the point. It would take longer than it would to just put the condom on, and either way, he’d get laid. He grumbled his assent and pulled the wrapper open so he could shake out the round of latex.
“Even with your ex, Doc?” he jabbed as he rolled the latex down over his cock. It stretched, tight and shiny around the shaft. “Every time?”
Doc sat up, his long, lean body folded awkwardly in half, and cupped Bass’s face in his hands. The kiss was quick and deep, as though Doc liked the taste of himself on Bass’s tongue.
“I treated six patients with Hep A last month. My last needle stick was from a meth addict with a staph infection. Came up clear, but it was a worry,” Doc said. He moved his hands to Bass’s shoulders and then down his arms, fingers light against inked lines as he talked. “And my ex is a doctor too. So yeah. Now are you going to fuck me or not?”
An old pinch of insecurity caught Bass off guard at that bit of information. He shrugged it off. The ex might have a medical license, but Bass was still hotter. For this? Hot was all that mattered. He adjusted his position and tugged Doc into his lap, his long legs still tangled in suit pants and wrapped around Bass’s waist.
“I can do that,” Bass said, his cock pressed into the warm, slick crease of Doc’s ass. “You sure you want me to, Doc?”
“No,” Doc said sardonically. His voice was frayed at the edges with frustration, but his cock was rigid as he rubbed against the hard planes of Bass’s stomach. “I just thought I’d lecture you on safe sex.”
Bass bit his shoulder. The sweat was salty against his lips as he lingered over the spot. “Just wanted to be sure.”
He reached between their bodies and grabbed his erection in one hand. The condom was lube slick under his fingers as he pushed against Doc’s ass, and the ring of muscle was tight as it stretched around the blunt head of his cock. For a second it seemed as though he couldn’t go any further. His cock was too thick where his fingers had slid so easily. The sweet pressure ached down his shaft and settled tight and hot into his thighs.
Doc gripped his arms, dug his long fingers into the old ink, and pressed down. The muscles in his stomach flexed, clenched under the skin, as his ass stretched around Bass’s cock. It was still tight enough to make Bass chew on the inside of his cheek, the unspent lust in his muscles twitchy and desperate.
He wanted—needed—to be balls deep inside Doc, his cock squeezed hard by hot flesh as he fucked Doc into the couch. Sweat itched at the nape of his neck and matted into the curls and between his asscheeks as he hung on to control by a thread. Bass ran his hands up under Doc’s jacket, the ruined shirt twisted around his hand, and explored the long lines of tensed muscle and the sharp jut of shoulder blades. He licked salty kisses along Doc’s throat and across his chest, careless of any stains he left with lips and teeth on his pale skin.
Doc said he was single. If he wasn’t… that wasn’t Bass’s problem.
Doc squeezed Bass’s shoulders as he thrust his hips down. His ass flexed with each stroke, a tight grip that worked its way down to the base of Bass’s cock. Pressure built in Bass’s balls, a knot of electric heat that spilled back into his ass and itched in his thighs until it drove him to move. He rocked his hips up and hooked his thumbs over Doc’s sharp hipbones to take control.
“God,” Doc groaned as he wrapped his arms around Bass’s shoulders. He brushed his hands over Bass’s back and pressed warm, tickled kisses against his throat. “That’s… fuck, Bass. Yes.”
His cock slid between their stomachs with every thrust, and his ass pressed down against Bass’s thighs. Doc breathed raggedly as he stroked faster, and the long muscles in his thighs trembled with effort.
Bass gave up on control. He gripped Doc’s lean ass in both hands to steady him and tipped them both over. Doc sprawled out on his back, and Bass, cock still buried in his ass, braced himself on top of him.
“Son of a bitch,” Doc gasped and dug his fingers into Bass’s shoulders as the move drove Bass’s cock deeper.
“Always,” Bass promised with a smirk as he stole a sweaty kiss against Doc’s bitten lips. “God, you’re hot, Doc.”
He thrust into Doc with long, steady strokes that made him groan. The expensive silk jacket was stained and wrinkled under their bodies. Bass pulled out until only the head of his cock was still inside and then buried himself again. The tangle of sensation tightened in his balls and twisted in on itself like an overstretched elastic band. He gripped Doc’s shoulders and thrust again. Each stroke dragged a hitched noise of pleasure from Doc.
Doc came first with a spill of wet come that smeared between their bodies and the tight clench of his ass around Bass’s cock.
