I'm loving the spones and mckirk aus you've got going. If you're taking prompts in any capacity id love to see for either verse: trying to keep quiet, or perhaps, guilty pleasures
okay i have a lot of thoughts about this, especially because Jim is anything but quiet. excellent prompt for the first Smut Saturday fill. really had fun with this one, anon. i hope you enjoy it
We shouldn't even be here. That's the most thrilling part of this whole thing. Sometimes Jim gets an idea in his head and he just can't let well enough alone. I'd be lying if I said I was just indulging him. Jim don't much like waitin' around, 'specially if it's for somebody else. But he'd never say that, 'cause he's sweet as anything, so he comes up with ways to pass the time.
Sometimes that includes coming to the clinic and sharing lunch with me. When he showed up half into my shift I wasn't that surprised to see him. Can't do much while he's waitin' for the new farmhand to show, after all. What did surprise me was that sly smile. I know what that look means. And that's how we ended up in a patient room, mercifully vacant with the curtains already drawn.
Jim's sitting pretty on my lap, legs hooked over my knees and pried gloriously open. I'm looking over his shoulder watching him touch himself. Told him I couldn't 'cause I just scrubbed up, which isn't not true. Jim don't seem to mind, anyhow. Perfectly content to meet his needs and let me look my fill while he does it. I know he knows it was a lie. He lets out a sweet shuddering gasp as he pauses in his stroking to rub at that nice spot just under the head. Jim makes the best sounds and I want to hear them, but he's put me in a real bind.
"Feels so good right there, I know. But you gotta be quiet, darlin'. Can't have you gettin' discovered," I tell him. "How 'bout something to suck on to help you along?"
At his vigorous nod I reach up to cup his jaw. My post-surgery hands are just right for keeping him hushed. Jim opens wide to let me feed him two of my fingers. The heat of his mouth warms me right down to my bones. I want to hold his tongue down, keep him from swallowing. Watch his mouth fill with spit so it leaks over his chin and makes a mess of him.
"This going to be enough for you, doll?" I already know the answer he'll give me even before the frustrated no falls from his lips. He needs to feel more. Something more intense than his own hand. I give him what I know he wants — the drag of my fangs over the sensitive skin of his neck. If I wanted to bite down right now, sink my teeth in until I hit bone, he'd let me do it. He’d like it. My perfect little masochist.
"Touch me," he says against my hand, absolutely desperate for a fuck I can't give him. I can smell the sticky fluid leaking out of his cock. Can hear the blood pumping in his veins. It's making me so goddamn hungry. My unoccupied hand lifts from it's resting place at Jim's hip to grip his wrist and halt his jerking. I've gotten better at this part. I shouldn’t like it as much as I do. Sometimes the deepest most primal part of me wants to make him cry with it. I might be a sadist.
“What a sweet boy, beggin’ so pretty. I’ll do more ‘an just touch you.” The ties on Jim’s trousers are already undone. All it takes is a good push to get them down around his thighs. I wish I could see the rest of him. I redirect both of his sweaty palms to rest on my knees before I swap the hand in Jim’s mouth with the one on his wrist. He’s burning with anticipation, holding so good and still for me while he watches me reach past his cock to get at the hole hidden between his cheeks. His skin catches on my not quite wet enough fingers as they work it open. Filling him at both ends thrills me like nothing else.
Jim throws his head back on my shoulder and he’d wail if I wasn’t stifling the sound. “There we go. That’s better now, ain’t it?” I’m going to need both my hands now, so I yank up the bottom of his shirt to chew on while I play with him. His poor neglected cock needs some attention, so I give it. Working his cock and his ass, rubbing him inside and out, it’s enough to pull him apart at the seams. His body can’t decide if it wants to suck me in or push me out. I torture his little hole and slide in to the second knuckle just to feel him shake. “You keep quiet like a good boy while I hurt you just right, that’s it.”
I can’t resist letting go of his cock to spank the flat of my hand against it, making his skin tingle and sting the way I know he likes, just to hear the satisfying wet sound. It makes Jim’s whole body seize, right down to his toes. His insides are fluttering around my fingers. I know he’s close. I want him to come. And I know how to make him.
The smell of his sweat and desperation are driving me wild. I can’t hold back anymore and I know he don’t want me to anyway. He wants everything I’m willing to give him, and I’d give him the world. I get a good rhythm going pushing in and out of his body, not gentle but not too rough, neither. I know if I angle my hand just enough I can get at that good spot just right there. Just a few good rubs on it, that’s all it takes and Jim’s falling apart in my hands. It’s too much and not enough and that’s just how he likes it. I stroke him through his orgasm until he gets the wits to push my arm away. If he let me I’d give him another.
I’m happy to give him this even if it means I go unsatisfied. While Jim catches his breath I take my time puttin’ him back together again, nice and proper just like how he came in. I’ll send him on his way and no one will be any the wiser. My scrub top is enough to take care of the mess he made of my hands. No one will say a word about it.
“Hey wait a second,” Jim protests as I stand up him and straighten his shirts nice and tidy. He sounds hoarse from our activities and it fills me with an odd sense of pride.
“Now, now. I don’t want to hear a word on it.” He wants to take care of me too, but our time is up. I can wait. It’ll be worth it for whatever he has in store for me come evening. "I'll just collect on your debt when I come home.”
Jim smiles up at me and leans in to press a kiss to my mouth. “I’ll make sure I have dinner ready for you then, Doc.”
