"“You have no idea about me or my life,” Noah raged and took another step forward. “Spare me the opinion and the career advice. I don’t want to hear it.”
He jabbed a finger in the neurosurgeon’s chest. “Your job is to patch me up and send me on my way. And seeing as it seems like we’re done, I’m outta here.”
The angry dark-haired young man reached for his leather jacket from off the hospital bed. He’d said his piece and now he wanted to get as far away from here and this infuriating doctor as fast as his Harley would take him.
Pushing passed the doctor, once again having to grudgingly admire the way the older man had stood his ground… not many people stood up to him once let alone twice, Noah strode toward the door.
He’d only made it two strides before Reid gripped his arm. “Not so fast, Slugger. I haven’t finished examining you yet.” He wanted Mayer out of his hospital as much as the younger man obviously wanted to get out of there too. The guy might be an arrogant jerk, but he was still his patient after all and he wanted to be thorough.
“Sit!” he commanded, gesturing to the bed with his free hand.
Noah looked down at the hand gripping his forearm, feeling the heat radiating through the thin material of his shirt and up his arm.
Finally looking up from his arm, he locked eyes with the doctor before, and much to his own surprise, he found himself obediently turning and sitting on the bed again. Huh, I must be slipping, he thought to himself with a mental shrug.
“Good,” a surprised Reid murmured as he turned away from the younger man to close the blinds on the door and window before flicking of the light.
Turning back to face Mayer, he reached into his scrubs top pocket and pulled out his slim flashlight. As he strode back over to the bed, he tried to ignore the way those intense blue eyes glinted in the dark and tracked his every move in the dim remainder of the light filtering in through the blinds.
Reid snapped on the flashlight and shone it into Mayer’s eyes. “Ocular responses and movement seems fine.” He muttered, as much to himself as to the other man, finding that talking was helping distract himself from the effect their close proximity was having on his body. He felt the heat in his groin increase almost as if his body was anticipating how much closer he was about to get. Damn! It was almost as if his cock knew what his body needed better than his head.
Taking a step closer, Oliver reached out and held Mayer’s head still with one hand while he shone the light to see the back of the eye. “Look up for me,” he said as he leaned in closer to check for any bleeding. “Then down. OK.” He paused, swallowing hard as he felt the man’s hot breath ghost across the side of his face… his cock twitching in response. “Um… then left… and… er… right.”
Noah blinked, the light making colors and shadows dance across his vision as he pulled back to look the handsome doctor square in the face. He could almost smell the man’s arousal. “Why, Doc! I guess you kinda like being alone in the dark with me,” he smirked as his hand snaked out and covered Dr Oliver’s groin, squeezing the growing length.
Reid stumbled backward away from the touch. Letting the guy touch him in the elevator was one thing. But this was something else completely; Mayer was his patient now. He could get struck off for this".
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