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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
Views:
20,026
Reviews:
556
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Two
This ms will dovetail with UY. Given the experience with UY, I will give a four chapter warning about going to private.
CHAPTER TWO
Roth managed to wait for two days. Then, on fire to find his unknown lover, he committed to detective work prior to his shift at the hospital. First, he returned to Club Smex during the slow afternoon hours. The same bartender stood checking bottles of booze. “We don’t really serve until three.”
Roth replied, “You sold me Stoli rocks a couple nights ago.”
“I remember you.”
“Good.” Encouraged, Roth continued. “I met a man, very striking, long black hair, violet eyes, is he a regular?”
The bartender, obviously unimpressed, countered, “I saw you leave with him. If he wanted you to find him, you wouldn’t be questioning me.”
From there, Roth asked around the neighborhood. Nothing.
The man he’d experienced such soul-satisfying sex with had vanished.
“Doctor Garrett?”
Roth halted, taking down his mask. He’d just performed an exam on an AIDS patient, and it always left him feeling emotionally raw. “Yes?”
A nurse he usually only saw in the ER approached him. “I do volunteer work in a shelter and we’ve lost the doctor who usually gives once-overs to the homeless. Any chance you would step in temporarily?”
Roth replied, “I didn’t even know about this. Yeah. I’m good for it. Just tell me when.”
He arrived at the shelter, dressed in a long-sleeved tee and jeans, not really knowing what to expect. The nurse, Sadie Rawlins, signed him in via the appropriate paperwork and requirements. The establishment had special permits. Following many signatures, Roth donned scrubs, mask and gloves to address the queue of waiting people. Following Sadie, he entered the cavernous room.
Roth began his exams, learning that local pharmacies honored the scripts from shelters. It seemed hard to believe in the current age of distrust. However, it proved true. He gave physicals, called favors in with colleagues when he could for tests, and generally became immersed in the task.
One woman especially caught his attention. Roth detected early symptoms of Parkinson’s. She also seemed to have a little dementia and malnourishment. He kept his hand on the woman’s bony back as he spoke to Sadie. “I think this lady needs some intensive care. We should to get her somewhere to address her troubles and off the street.” He glanced down at her as she gripped his wrist and leaned against him. “Whatever channels you go through, bill me.”
“The throw-money-at-it man.”
Roth’s knees threatened to fail him at the sound of his elusive man’s deep voice. Striving for composure, he turned toward the source. Hair drawn back and wearing simple, worn clothes, the beautiful and mysterious man of Roth’s most recent fantasies walked into the room.
Pausing, he composed himself before replying. “If you have a problem with my footing the bill, maybe you’d like to pay.”
Graceful and unnervingly perfect, violet eyes bright, he glided closer. “I never have a problem with someone like you paying.”
The dig cut Roth to the quick. Forcing his attention back to the under-nourished woman, he patted her. “Good. Because I want to make certain this lady is cared for.”
He continued his work until time for his second shift. Roth trashed his scrubs and mask, washed in the feeble stream of the shelter’s shower, then dressed for the hospital. He felt colder than ever before. Alone and tired. Emerging from the drab, green-tiled room with his duffel in hand, he came face-to-face with his mistake.
Roth stepped aside to grant right of way into the ‘locker room’ of the establishment. “Excuse me,” he murmured.
“You tracked me here.” He planted his big hands on Roth’s shoulders and shoved in plain challenge.
Roth snarled, “I attempted to track you. Then, realized you had snubbed me for a reason.” Shoving away the other man’s hands, he stated coldly. “Our meeting here was an unfortunate accident. Let’s just maintain profession courtesy.” Walking down the hall, he attempted to ignore the dull ache in his chest.
“Wait.”
How could a human possess such a musical voice? Without turning, Roth demanded, “What?”
“My name is Adam. Adam Reed.”
Roth pivoted to meet the other man’s gaze. Despite his vulnerability, he forced himself to remain cool. Glancing about to insure privacy, Roth responded, “All right, Adam. At least I didn’t have to pay for it.”
At around four o’clock AM, Roth returned home from the hospital, as mentally exhausted as physically wrung out. He climbed from the car. Just as the garage door lowered, Adam ducked under. “Roth, just listen to me.”
Reeling from fatigue, he snapped, “Fuck off. Too tired.”
Adam bent and put Roth over his shoulder in a fireman carry. “You’re exhausted. Let me take care of you.”
Roth waited until the other man leaned down to place him on the bed, before grabbing him. Adam came down atop him, kissing Roth as if he meant to swallow him.
“You cruel bastard,” Roth groaned.
Adam held him tighter. “I didn’t mean to be.”
Roth rolled until he lay atop the beautiful man he’d so wanted. “At least now we know we’re both screened and can have sex without worry.”
Adam smiled a bit enigmatically. “You’re assuming I want to have sex.”
CHAPTER TWO
Roth managed to wait for two days. Then, on fire to find his unknown lover, he committed to detective work prior to his shift at the hospital. First, he returned to Club Smex during the slow afternoon hours. The same bartender stood checking bottles of booze. “We don’t really serve until three.”
Roth replied, “You sold me Stoli rocks a couple nights ago.”
“I remember you.”
“Good.” Encouraged, Roth continued. “I met a man, very striking, long black hair, violet eyes, is he a regular?”
The bartender, obviously unimpressed, countered, “I saw you leave with him. If he wanted you to find him, you wouldn’t be questioning me.”
From there, Roth asked around the neighborhood. Nothing.
The man he’d experienced such soul-satisfying sex with had vanished.
“Doctor Garrett?”
Roth halted, taking down his mask. He’d just performed an exam on an AIDS patient, and it always left him feeling emotionally raw. “Yes?”
A nurse he usually only saw in the ER approached him. “I do volunteer work in a shelter and we’ve lost the doctor who usually gives once-overs to the homeless. Any chance you would step in temporarily?”
Roth replied, “I didn’t even know about this. Yeah. I’m good for it. Just tell me when.”
He arrived at the shelter, dressed in a long-sleeved tee and jeans, not really knowing what to expect. The nurse, Sadie Rawlins, signed him in via the appropriate paperwork and requirements. The establishment had special permits. Following many signatures, Roth donned scrubs, mask and gloves to address the queue of waiting people. Following Sadie, he entered the cavernous room.
Roth began his exams, learning that local pharmacies honored the scripts from shelters. It seemed hard to believe in the current age of distrust. However, it proved true. He gave physicals, called favors in with colleagues when he could for tests, and generally became immersed in the task.
One woman especially caught his attention. Roth detected early symptoms of Parkinson’s. She also seemed to have a little dementia and malnourishment. He kept his hand on the woman’s bony back as he spoke to Sadie. “I think this lady needs some intensive care. We should to get her somewhere to address her troubles and off the street.” He glanced down at her as she gripped his wrist and leaned against him. “Whatever channels you go through, bill me.”
“The throw-money-at-it man.”
Roth’s knees threatened to fail him at the sound of his elusive man’s deep voice. Striving for composure, he turned toward the source. Hair drawn back and wearing simple, worn clothes, the beautiful and mysterious man of Roth’s most recent fantasies walked into the room.
Pausing, he composed himself before replying. “If you have a problem with my footing the bill, maybe you’d like to pay.”
Graceful and unnervingly perfect, violet eyes bright, he glided closer. “I never have a problem with someone like you paying.”
The dig cut Roth to the quick. Forcing his attention back to the under-nourished woman, he patted her. “Good. Because I want to make certain this lady is cared for.”
He continued his work until time for his second shift. Roth trashed his scrubs and mask, washed in the feeble stream of the shelter’s shower, then dressed for the hospital. He felt colder than ever before. Alone and tired. Emerging from the drab, green-tiled room with his duffel in hand, he came face-to-face with his mistake.
Roth stepped aside to grant right of way into the ‘locker room’ of the establishment. “Excuse me,” he murmured.
“You tracked me here.” He planted his big hands on Roth’s shoulders and shoved in plain challenge.
Roth snarled, “I attempted to track you. Then, realized you had snubbed me for a reason.” Shoving away the other man’s hands, he stated coldly. “Our meeting here was an unfortunate accident. Let’s just maintain profession courtesy.” Walking down the hall, he attempted to ignore the dull ache in his chest.
“Wait.”
How could a human possess such a musical voice? Without turning, Roth demanded, “What?”
“My name is Adam. Adam Reed.”
Roth pivoted to meet the other man’s gaze. Despite his vulnerability, he forced himself to remain cool. Glancing about to insure privacy, Roth responded, “All right, Adam. At least I didn’t have to pay for it.”
At around four o’clock AM, Roth returned home from the hospital, as mentally exhausted as physically wrung out. He climbed from the car. Just as the garage door lowered, Adam ducked under. “Roth, just listen to me.”
Reeling from fatigue, he snapped, “Fuck off. Too tired.”
Adam bent and put Roth over his shoulder in a fireman carry. “You’re exhausted. Let me take care of you.”
Roth waited until the other man leaned down to place him on the bed, before grabbing him. Adam came down atop him, kissing Roth as if he meant to swallow him.
“You cruel bastard,” Roth groaned.
Adam held him tighter. “I didn’t mean to be.”
Roth rolled until he lay atop the beautiful man he’d so wanted. “At least now we know we’re both screened and can have sex without worry.”
Adam smiled a bit enigmatically. “You’re assuming I want to have sex.”