STORY EXCERPT

“Hey, Doc, you got a minute?” Doc nearly jumped out of his skin when the object of his thoughts, and many late night fantasies, walked into his office interrupting his trip into the past.

“Sure, Sam, what can I do for you?” Doc asked, hoping his voice sounded normal. His heart rate sure wasn’t. If he weren’t a doctor he would swear he was having a heart attack.

“I cut myself and I wondered if you could take a look at it.” Sam held out his hand, which he wrapped in a kitchen towel.

Doc stood up and unwrapped Sam’s hand. The cut looked small, but deep. “Come on. That’s gonna need a couple of stitches.”

* * * *

Sam followed Doc into the examination room Mari had been earlier that day and sat down on the exam table. He watched Doc gather supplies from several cabinets and place them on a small silver tray.

He liked watching the smaller man move around the room. Doc seemed so efficient at what he did. Sam had always been impressed by how intelligent Doc seemed. He was great to talk to and never made Sam feel like an idiot, unlike his father who was a prominent Boston businessman.

The sensations Sam felt when Doc held his hand immobile to further examine the cut, unnerved him. The feel of Doc’s fingers on his skin sent small tingles right to his groin.

He had been having these strange sensations for a while now and didn’t know what to do about them. Sam had always thought that Doc was an attractive man but until recently, he hadn’t realized how attractive. Or that attraction made Sam curious about more than Doc’s bedside manner.

He had never seen Doc date anyone, even though he knew Doc was gay. Doc had been totally truthful about it when Sam had asked a few years ago.

It never bothered Sam until now. Ever since Sam had noticed Doc as more than a colleague, Sam had been more confused than he could remember. He didn’t know what to do about the feelings Doc was inspiring in him.

Unlike Doc, Sam had always been with women and since sex with women had never been that mind-blowing, he hadn’t done it that often, just when he needed to relieve some tension.

But the sensations he got when Doc touched him felt different than anything he had ever felt. Just thinking about Doc made him hard as a rock, which wasn’t a good thing considering Doc was leaning right over the tent in his pants. Sam hoped to hell that Doc didn’t notice.

Sam knew that if he even started to think about the late night fantasies he had been having about Doc there would be no way he could hide his reaction from the man, even if Doc was on the other side of the room.

Still, being this close to the man he dreamed about for the last few months was having quite the effect on Sam. It was all he could do not to lean over and bury his face in Doc’s neck. Sam had never smelled anything like it in his life, all male, with a soft hint of musk. Sam could smell him all day long.

* * * *

Doc wasn’t doing much better. Just being this close to the man he had been thinking about for the last few months was heart wrenching. He had always been attracted to Sam, but never thought more about it until recently.

Cole had asked Sam to work with Doc on creating a special medical pack that each soldier in their unit could carry on them, something that they could use while out in the field until they could get back to the ranch compound.

While Doc might be their doctor, he never went on missions with them. He was a doctor, not a soldier. The least he could do was make sure his patients could make it back to him to be treated.

That agreement had started the hell that Doc now lived in. He spent several hours a week closed in the small infirmary with Sam, working with him, smelling him, wanting him.

However, it certainly would not be professional to attack his friend and colleague, his very straightcolleague. Besides, with Sam standing a good six inches taller than his five foot eleven frame, and probably one hundred pounds heavier, Sam could wipe the floor with him.

As kinky as it seemed, the thought of Sam wrestling him down onto the floor made Doc’s cock jump up and beg. Doc nearly groaned. He had always been attracted to big, tall, strong men and Sam had a massive self-confident presence that just screamed to Doc.

Not that he considered himself a sub or anything. He always liked to be on equal footing in a relationship. But something about the bigger man called to Doc on a very basic level.

“So, Doc,” Sam began hesitantly. “Do you date?”

Doc nearly dropped the wad of gauze he had in his hands at Sam’s question. His eyes flew to Sam’s before lowering quickly back down to the hand he worked on.

“Yeah,” Doc replied, surprised that Sam had asked. Why in the hell would Sam be interested in whether or not he dated? Unless… “Why?” He was unable to contain a small kernel of hope growing in his heart. Maybe Sam had noticed the attraction between them.

“I just wondered. I’ve never seen you go out before.”

Doc held his breath waiting for Sam to continue, but after a few moments of silence he finished wrapping Sam’s hand and stepped back. “Okay, that should do it. Keep it dry for the next couple of days. I’ll take out the stitches next week. And remember to keep it clean.”

“Hey, Doc?” Sam said as he stood up from the exam table. “I hope I didn’t offend you or anything. I’m just curious.”

As casually as he could manage, Doc said, “You didn’t. I do date on occasion but lately—”

“Lately?” Sam asked when Doc didn’t continue.

Stains of scarlet appeared on Doc’s cheeks as he finished speaking. “I’ve kind of gotten interested in someone lately and don’t want to mess it up by dating someone else.”

“You’re interested in someone?” Sam asked harshly, clearly astonished. “Anyone I know?”

The hostility in Sam’s voice startled Doc. “Why do you want to know? Why would you care?”

“I don’t!” The force of Sam’s seething reply took Doc off guard. He couldn’t figure out why Sam was so angry. Did Sam think that he was interested in someone he himself wanted?

“Sam—” Doc began.

“I don’t care who the hell you fuck.” Sam’s voice was quiet, yet held an undertone of cold contempt.

Doc stood there in shock at Sam’s outburst as he watched him storm from the room, slamming the door behind him. That had certainly gone well. Not!

ADULT EXCERPT

Sam slammed the infirmary door behind him, puzzled by his growing anger at Doc, but still angry that Doc was interested in someone enough to stop dating. Doc must have some pretty serious feelings towards this person if he stopped dating just so he wouldn’t mess up the relationship.

A tumble of chaotic thoughts and emotions assailed him. Why in the hell was he so concerned with who Doc dated? What did it matter to him who Doc dated, who he slept with?

It shouldn’t matter to him, but it did. Just the thought of Doc having sex with anyone else filled him with rage. Doc shouldn’t be intimate with anyone…except maybe him.

That thought confused Sam even more. He was pissed that Doc was interested in someone. Sam wanted that someone to be him.

Sam suddenly stopped walking almost as if he had hit a brick wall. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to know who Doc was interested in. It would eat him up if he didn’t find out.

Sam spun around and walked back to the infirmary. He tried not to examine his feelings too much. He had no business prying into Doc’s private life but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

Opening the infirmary door he looked around for Doc. He wasn’t in the waiting area or the exam room, but he could hear a noise coming from Doc’s office. He walked towards the office, pausing in the doorway. Doc’s back was to him as he messed with some papers on his desk.

Sam walked right into the office grabbed Doc by his arms and spun him around. He heard Doc’s quick yelp of surprise as Sam pressed his mouth to his.

His tongue explored the recesses of his mouth. Doc’s tormented groan was a heady invitation as he wrapped his arms more tightly around Doc and pressed his hard erection against Doc’s body.

If his lips hadn’t been lavishing Doc’s, Sam would have grinned as Doc wrapped his arms around his neck and arched into his body. An electrical shock raced through his body when he felt Doc’s erection press against his.

Without breaking their kiss Sam lifted Doc up and laid him back onto the desk. He leaned over Doc to press his body over his, their hard cocks rubbing together through their pants.

He groaned when Doc lifted his legs to wrap them around his waist bringing them even closer together. He moved faster against Doc, creating intense friction between them.

Sam’s mouth gaped open suddenly as he felt himself begin to orgasm. It was perfect, electric, and sensual. He tossed his head back and growled low and deep and needy as he exploded in his pants. In the background he dimly heard Doc groan as he too found release in Sam’s embrace.

Sam rested his head on Doc’s shoulder for a brief moment before standing up and staring down at Doc’s dazed expression. He never knew a man could look beautiful, but in that brief moment the satisfied expression on Doc’s face was more beautiful then anything he had ever seen.

He wanted to put that expression on Doc’s face again and again. And that scared the crap out of Sam because he wanted more. And he wasn’t in a position to have more.

Sam stepped back when Doc reached up towards him. He watched Doc’s hand fall slowly back to his lap. Doc’s face showed his disappointment and bewilderment. Sam knew he confused Doc but his emotions were too chaotic to explain.

“Sam?” Doc whispered.

The husky sound of Doc’s voice as he said his name had Sam nearly running for the door. He didn’t want to examine his actions too closely right now. They were too raw, too jumbled. He had just received more pleasure releasing in his pants than he’d ever had with anyone he had ever been with.

As he raced out of the infirmary and up the stairs, Sam could hear Doc’s tormented cry behind him. He knew he wasn’t being fair to Doc, but he didn’t know how to handle the feelings swamping him.

As Sam reached the top of the stairs, he pressed his hand over his face, the shock of the last few moments paralyzing him where he stood.

His face flushed with regret and anger at himself. The minute he had touched Doc, Sam had been a goner. That’s why he had taken such pains to maintain a distance from him. He didn’t know if he could fight his attraction to Doc.

Sam knew he couldn’t be having these feeling for Doc, not now. Not when he was about to move to Boston to live under his father’s ruthless control, giving up everything good in his life. Including Doc.