Clayton
“There doesn’t appear to be any permanent damage.” I tried not to focus on the doctor, who had his head perched between my legs. His mouth gaped open just slightly and his forehead wrinkled in concentration as he held my dick in his latex-covered hands.
With my hands still bonded together, I could only hold them about the doctor’s head, almost like I was praying. Or that’s what I imagined it to look like. Emelie stepped to my side and placed a tub with some type of liquid in it, and instead of telling me what to do, she simply pointed to my hands then to the container.
“Yes?” I knew exactly what she wanted, but it was more fun to torment her.
“Hands.” One word and a nod of her head.
“What is it you’d like me to do with my hands?”
“As far as I’m concerned you can stay like that,” Emelie added with a snarky voice. “It would have been so much better for all of us if whoever it was that did this glued your hand to your mouth instead. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen so we’re all stuck hearing you talk.” She was a fireball. “Because it’s my job to help you, rather than hurt you,” again she narrowed her eyes, “submerge your hands or I’ll take your hesitation as you refusing treatment and I’ll move on to my next patient.”
I wanted to say more, but was startled by the cool hands of the doc as he again lifted my cock and leaned in closer. Something about his hot breath on my junk made my stomach turn. “Just a small laceration here, and on the opposing side. Maybe some bruising. That should all heal with time.”
When he released my cock, I felt relief wash over me. Why the hell couldn’t I have a female doctor? Much like my cute little nurse.
“We’ll send you home with some antibacterial ointment.” He pulled off the gloves one by one and I covered myself with the plastic sheet or whatever the fuck it was. “Ice pack for the swelling.”
“He much rather prefers the heat.” I looked over his shoulder just as Emelie stepped back inside.
“I just need to grab the cart,” she whispered, with her eyes averted to the floor.
“Heat will not help with the swelling,” the doctor proceeded, but I wasn’t listening. Instead I was watching Emelie try to maneuver the small cart past a chair and the doctor.
She wore a pair of scrubs that were light pink and looked like they were covered in little teddy bears. Emelie was a tiny little thing but had the roar of a tiger. I could see that she was avoiding me at all costs, looking at the floor instead of to her right, where I watched closely. Just as she reached the doorway, ready to push the cart out of the room, I hollered her name.
“Hey, Emelie.” She turned to face me, her eyes narrowing almost instantly. Damn, I loved that fire in her. “See you in class on Tuesday.”
With a roll of her eyes she turned away from me and I smiled wide.
“That girl right there is gonna snap when you least expect it,” Corbin, my brother, said at my side. “You think your junk is messed up now, wait until she gets done with it.”
“The point is to give it to her good enough that she doesn’t want to ever be done with it.” Isaac smacked my brother on the back of the head and turned toward the doctor. “We done here, Doc?”
Dr. Myles simply shook his head and pointed toward the older nurse still standing off to the side, tapping away at some keyboard. “Nurse Kelly will get you the ointment,” the doctor said as he placed my chart down next to her. I didn’t miss the sympathetic tap he gave her on her shoulder. “Behave, boys.” He walked from the room without giving us a chance to toss anything back in his direction.
As Isaac and Corbin carried on, I could only focus on the doorway. I was waiting for the chance to see Emelie walking past once more. I wasn’t sure why the girl hated me, but she had from day one. I guess it didn’t help that during our first interaction, I plowed into her when I was late for class and knocked every book she held out of her hands.
She was pissed as hell and when I offered to help, she told me to go to hell. I knew then she had a flame inside her that I would love to get burned by. Fuck, one night with her would be electric, though I knew one night would never be enough.
“Come on, jackass.” It was my turn to get slapped. “Get your ass moving, get dressed, and meet us outside.” Isaac grabbed Corbin by the back of the neck and led him from the room. “It’s almost four in the morning and I’ve had enough of you two for one night.”
Corbin looked back and gave me a knowing smirk. Just as he exited the room, I heard my brother lay it on thick with Isaac. “Oh Isaac, stop it,” he offered in the highest, shrill voice he could. “You know you could never tire of us. All those late nights, and early mornings when you…” Suddenly his words stopped, and a grunt replaced them. Shortly after, a few coughs proceeded, and I understood then that Corb had just been sucker punched.
When will he ever learn?
Corbin and I grew up in a town called Morehead, Kentucky. My parents were older before they’d decided to start a family, and they said after they had us, they knew they were done. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing; I just always told myself that we were all they needed, and that was the reason behind the choice to not have any more kids.
I’m sure that wasn’t it at all, because we were a damn handful for sure.
My mom and pop ran a barbecue joint just at the edge of town, the best barbecue in the area for sure. It wasn’t fancy, just straight Kentucky living. Picnic tables, inside and out, with checkerboard tablecloths. Old crates in the center of each table holding every type of barbecue sauce you could image. Homemade cornbread, corn on the cob, coleslaw, and a whole other mess of things served right alongside.
Kentucky was home, but Corbin and I decided to see a different part of the world and set our sights on Florida. He and I were a package deal. I had a shit ton of friends, but never would anyone take the place of my best friend—my brother. He just got me, never judged me, and on most days I think we shared the same mind. It was crazy and fucked-up at times.
“Why are you still here?” I turned around just as I was zipping my jeans to find Emelie standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. Her chest appeared almost non-existent until she pushed them up the way she was right then.
“My eyes are up here, you pig.”
Slowly I scanned upward until I locked eyes with hers. “Why do I bother you so much?”
“Because you’re a jerk and you think you’re cute.”
“I am cute.” I arched a brow and only got an eyeroll in return. She didn’t deny it; that was a good thing. “And you only think I’m annoying because you’ve never really given me a chance to prove otherwise.”
“All you frat boys are the same.” She finally uncrossed her arms, but I remained focused and never looked down. “You throw your parties where you each pick out your target for the night. You drink, toss around vulgarities, have meaningless sex, and then wake up the next day only to do it all over again. You don’t think about the destruction left behind as long as you all have had a good time.”
I watched her closely. She was so animated, and with each sentence only managed to get more irritated.
“You don’t take responsibilities for your actions because you were drunk and it’s okay. You don’t even consider that the person you may be destroying is innocent and did not create the mess on their own. It takes two, you know.”
She was staring at me with hate, and it made my stomach feel soured.
“I’m sorry,” she finally said after a few deeps breaths. Her hands now twisted together in front of her as she pulled at the front of her shirt. “I just meant that you should consider other people’s feelings, is all.”
I didn’t know this girl well. The only thing I knew was that she was always the one to raise her hand or participate when the professors asked. Her papers were nothing less than a B, and even when she was given a B, she somehow looked disappointed. But her reaction told me there was much more to her than a smart, cute, and sassy girl. There was something hidden, something sad. In that second, the only thing I wanted to do was soothe her.
“Listen, I—”
“I have a patient,” she interrupted me, and took a step backward. “Bye, Clayton.”
I took a step forward almost as if I was gonna chase after her then stopped myself. This wasn’t the time.