Shepard was a medical school resident. He should have been at home, studying drug interactions and preparing for his two-week rotation on the surgery floor. He should not have been in the on-call room, on all fours, with his ass in the air, an uncomfortable mattress squeaking underneath as one of his attendings slapped his hard dick against Shepard’s ass, both of their scrubs discarded in a heap on the floor.

But of course, life isn’t always about the “should haves.” The “shouldn’t haves” are often much more interesting.

Shepard bit down on the flat pillow, preventing a rogue gasp as Dr. Nicholas White pressed the head of his cock against his hole. The doctor’s strong hands gripped Shepard’s hips and steered his ass for easiest access. Shepard pushed his ass back, asking for more, begging for it. He could feel the doctor’s thick cock rub against his crack, already slick with lube. Shepard couldn’t help but reach behind and grab Nick’s girthy tool, giving a few good tugs, feeling the slick rubber of the condom on his palm mixing with the heat rolling off of Nick in waves. He guided the head of Nick’s fat cock to his hole and pushed back. Shepard had been wanting this the minute he laid eyes on the doctor, but he had also believed this would never happen. Nick didn’t hold back. He pushed in, drawing a gasp from Shepard and a groan from Nick.

“Did I hurt you?” His tone was immediately caring. It only made Shepard hotter.

“No, no,” Shepard reassured, wiggling his ass to take more of the doctor, “just a little fast at first. I’m ok.”

Nick went back to gyrating his hips, his cock sinking deeper and deeper as Shepard became more comfortable. It was slow, and passionate and so fucking hot. Shepard was seeing stars. He could feel himself accommodating to the size and sensation of being filled as Nick thrust a little deeper, harder, he was going faster. Shepard was biting back the moans. A quick flash of pain morphed into a dose of ecstasy as Nick fucked him deep, burying himself down to his balls before drawing out. Both his hands were holding on tight to Shepard’s hips, guiding him as the doctor’s thrusts started getting faster. Shepard’s ass slapped against Nick’s groin. He could hear Nick grunting from behind, low and muffled as he tried to keep it quiet as well. The hospital was still buzzing outside of the locked door with nurses and doctors running past, orders being called over the intercom system, other residents making their rounds. All of them unaware as to what was happening on the other side of the thick wooden door.

Shepard’s mind was being blown, that was what was happening.

If someone told him a year ago that he would be having sex with the hottest doctor in all of Sierra View, he would have laughed in their face. Not only was Nicholas White an enigma to most, he had also been married to a bubbly brunette named Anna, leading Shepard to believe that he wasn’t Dr. White’s type anyway.

“You’re so sexy,” Nick said in his gravelly growl from behind Shepard. He felt the doctor’s hands glide up from his hips and rub over his lower back, giving Shepard a sensation of pure bliss. His lower back was one of his favorite spots to be touched, so that, coupled with the intense pleasure he was getting from having Nick’s thick cock fill him, and he was already close to coming. Shepard held himself up on one arm, using the other to reach between his legs and tug on his own leaking cock, his balls already tight against him. He looked and saw a string of precome drip down onto the soft white towel they had placed underneath them. Nick continued to pound him, pushing against Shepard’s P-spot and subsequently sending shockwaves with every thrust.

Shepard woke up from plenty of dreams where sex with Nicholas White was the feature presentation, but those were just dreams. They would leave him with a throbbing boner in the morning and that was it. An empty bed and a messy stomach. The dreams had started the moment he met Dr. White months ago, when he had started his residency rotations for the first time. Since then, he had been admiring the doctor from afar, wishing he could have a taste but accepting the fact there was a nearly-impossible chance of that happening.

Nearly being the keyword.

“You’re so big,” Shepard moaned, keeping his voice low as he spoke into the pillow. This seemed to have spurred the doctor on, because he started driving into Shepard. He could feel the doctor’s balls slapping against him, his ass filled with the doctor’s entire cock with every thrust. It was enough to have Shepard’s arms shaking, his toes curling.

“Come here,” Nick said, grabbing Shepard’s hips again. He stopped thrusting, but stayed inside Shepard. He pulled Shepard toward him, off of the bed, so that Shepard could stand, all the while his ass was still plugged by Nick’s cock. It was incredibly hot. Shepard bit his lower lip as Nick started pounding into him as they stood. He was shorter than the doctor was, so Nick had to bend his knees and drop down a bit. Shepard jerked himself off, starting to get scared his legs would give out soon from the intense pleasure he was feeling. His knees were already shaking.

“Fuck, fuck,” Shepard moaned. He bit a knuckle, stopping himself from crying out.

“I’m going to come,” Nick growled into Shepard’s ear. “Oh, fuck,” he said, biting Shepard’s ear lobe as his thrusts became erratic. Shepard couldn’t hold back, either. He didn’t even give a warning. He just grabbed his cock at the base and felt it throb in his grip as he erupted, shooting his seed all over the white towel while Nick unloaded inside him. They were both quivering and huffing and completely overwhelmed with the post orgasmic bliss. Nick kissed Shepard’s neck as he pulled out, leaving Shepard feeling empty all of a sudden. He was surprised at how ready he was to go again. His cock was usually the first to tap out, going back to soft status pretty soon after sex. But this time around, Shepard was still hard, ready for more.

Unfortunately, the clock on the wall was saying there wasn’t time for more. Shepard had ten minutes before he had to be back outside.

That’s enough time for a cuddle, at least.

Shepard was getting ahead of himself. This was a one-time thing and that was it. He highly doubted Dr. White would want to cuddle with him, he had to keep things clear in his head. They were both horny and that was it. Sure, Shepard had dropped subtle hints during office hours, and sure, he may have given Dr. White the eye a couple of times in the hall, but that was it. Just a sexual attraction where the both of them were looking for a release and both of them got one.

Shepard grabbed the towel from the bed and set it on the floor. “That was… fucking incredible,” Nick said, breathless as he fell back onto the bed, condom already wrapped up in a paper towel and thrown away.

Well… if he’s going to lie down.

Shepard was equally starved for breath. He felt like a bowl of Jell-O. Completely useless, at the whim of whatever breeze blew their way. He collapsed onto the bed next to Nick. “Honestly?” Shepard said, “That was the best sex I think I’ve ever had.”

Nick nodded. His cheeks were a cherry pink, matching the same flush that had spread across his chest, underneath a sexy dusting of hair. “I’m going to have to second that.” He looked up at the ceiling, an arm underneath his head. “Guess that’s not too bad considering it was my first time with a man.”

“Seriously?” Shepard asked. “Because it felt like you’ve had a good amount of practice.”

Nicholas laughed at that. Shepard enjoyed hearing that sound. It felt good. Especially here, while they were still together on the bed, naked and sweaty. The laugh almost made it feel even more intimate.

Shepard, for a moment, let himself be fooled into thinking this wasn’t simply a burst of hormones and nothing else. It was then that Nick surprised him by rolling over and throwing a hand over Shepard’s chest. For a second, Shepard froze, not expecting this kind of cuddling. But he quickly warmed up to it. It was exactly what Shepard wanted. He rolled over so that he could scoot back and tuck his butt into the curve of Nick’s body. His semi-hard cock pressed against Shepard’s butt. Shepard couldn’t help but give a wiggle. Nick responded by squeezing his arm a little tighter around Shepard. There was something in the way Nick held him that put Shepard into a trance.

“You know,” Nick said in a hushed tone. “The second I laid my eyes on you, I wanted this to happen.”

Shepard felt an urge to roll back around so he could look into Nick’s eyes. “That’s weird. I felt the same thing.” Shepard didn’t roll over. A kernel of fear kept him looking at the bland yellow wall. He wanted to believe that everything the doctor was saying was certifiably true, he didn’t want to witness any evidence of the opposite.

“It was just so complicated.”

“With your divorce?”

“Yeah, these past few months have been really rough on me. I couldn’t go from a divorce and straight into a relationship, especially since I’d never even been with a man before. I just focused on work and getting through the days without bumping into you. Also, I felt like I was a complicated mess myself, and complicated messes don’t make for great relationships. Why risk making things harder for you? Medical school is already hard enough.”

Relationship…

Shepard scooted his butt back, rubbing it against Nick. “Tell me about it,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m cool with it. Sorry about your ex by the way… well, maybe sorry is the wrong word.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t use sorry, either. The divorce was what I needed. If I never ended things with her, I never would have acted on feelings I’ve had for a long damn time.”

“What happened?” Shepard asked. He rolled over for this one. Nick’s amber brown eyes were captivating in their depth. Shepard could stare at him for days and be totally fine.

“We weren’t a good fit,” Nick said. For a moment, Shepard thought the conversation was going to end there, and that would be fine. Even though Shepard found himself wanting to know more and more about the devilishly handsome doctor, he also felt like that would come in time. The last thing Shepard wanted to think was that this would be their only rendezvous.

No, no.

This felt too good for it to be the last time.