Kurt checked his notes while he awaited his next patient. Just a check up, not one of his usual patients, but Dr Kepple wasn’t in today so Kurt had offered to take on a few of his patients for the day. The patient, a Mr Anderson, had been in an accident which had broken his pelvis. He just required a routine inspection of the scar and general area. Nearly three years since the accident meant that this was merely a formality as the patient had regained all normal function and strength of the area. There was a quiet knock at the door and Kurt pushed his wire rimmed glasses up his nose a little.

“Come in.”

The door opened and a very handsome young man entered. He looked at Kurt through enrapturing hazel eyes which crinkled just so at the corners and smiled. Kurt slipped into professional mode as always and greeted Mr Anderson.

“Good Morning Mr Anderson, how are you today?” The shorter man took the seat next to Kurt’s desk and clasped his hands together in his lap.

“Hi, Um, not to be rude or anything but I was expecting to be seeing Dr Kepple.” He smiled genuinely across at Kurt, who returned the smile calmly. He was fighting with his brain to keep focus, but this man was simply gorgeous.

“Yes, my colleague has been called away I’m afraid, unforeseen circumstances, if you aren’t comfortable with me taking you’re appointment today you can rearrange it.” God please rearrange it, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay focused with you looking the way you look.

“Oh, no, I mean it’s not a problem with me.”

“Great. If you would like to go behind the curtain and put a gown on then I can start the examination.” Kurt waved a hand in the direction of the pale blue curtain, training his eyes on Mr Anderson’s nose. He busied himself putting on gloves and tried not to listen to his patient changing. He hummed to himself to try and distract his brain. It wasn’t working. Mr Anderson resurfaced and positioned himself on the examination table. Kurt rolled the small stool round and sat facing his patient. He informed him of what the examination would consist of, to which he simply nodded, having done this many times before.

“Okay, if you could lift the gown for me please.” Mr Anderson did so and Kurt began his exam.

“Do you mind if I talk? I tend to get nervous and it helps if I can babble my way through.” Kurt raised an eyebrow and brought his gaze up to meet his patients, trying in vain not to notice the adorable blush creeping up the tan skin.

“Of course, Mr Anderson. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Okay, please call me Blaine, I’m not my father.” A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as Kurt resumed his examination, noting the size and colouration of the scar and surrounding area. His eyes kept wandering over the taut skin of Blaine’s hips, the dark hair that smattered the top of his strong thighs. Kurt gave himself a mental shake and tried to tune back into what Blaine was saying.

“...considered becoming a doctor, but music was my true passion.” Damn, Kurt would have to go and miss what this guy did for a living.

“What made you become a doctor?” Kurt was once again distracted, this time by something distinctly less wholesome than Blaine’s thighs. He realised Blaine had stopped talking and looked up to find him looking straight at Kurt expectantly.

“Huh..?” Real eloquent there Kurt, well done.

“I was just wondering why you became a doctor.” Kurt shifted slightly on the stool, trying to ignore the growing problem in his pants and come up with a vaguely coherent answer.

“Oh, my Dad had some health problems when I was a teenager; I wanted to be able to help. It’s as simple as that really.” He brought his eyes up to meet Blaine’s and found those gorgeous eyes trained on him in what can only be described as an adoring expression. He cocked his eyebrow once more and tilted his head to the side in question.

“Um...” He sat back slightly as Blaine seemed to shake himself out of his reverie.

“Sorry, it’s just, that’s – that’s nice. Wanting to do that for your Dad, you must have a good relationship with him.” Why am I finding it so hard to stay professional with this guy? This is definitely bordering on too much information for a patient. Get yourself together Kurt. Snap out of it, this is a patient.

“Yeah, I do. “ Kurt stood up and went to turn away, but Blaine’s face caught his eye as he did. Blaine was no longer looking at Kurt’s face, rather the rather obvious bulge in his pants. Kurt felt his face heat up and took two quick steps back.

“I am so sorry, Mr Anderson, I don’t know what’s come over me, I assure you this is not an – UMPF” Kurt’s babbling was cut off swiftly by Blaine’s lips on his. Momentary panic flared in his chest before his mind shut down all reasonable though and his eyes flickered shut. He revelled in the feeling of Blaine’s hand on the side of his face, his other placed on Kurt’s lower back, holding him close, close enough to feel Blaine’s own hard cock, somewhat more obvious than Kurt’s due to the flimsy gown. Kurt gasped as Blaine pulled him closer still. He pulled away just far enough to murmur against Kurt’s lips.

“God, please don’t apologise.” Kurt couldn’t respond because Blaine’s mouth was soon capturing Kurt’s in a fiery kiss. He felt Blaine push him back towards the desk before his thighs met wood and he was pushed onto the edge, sending papers flying.

Kurt let out an involuntary squeal as Blaine pushed him back roughly, his fingers making short work of the shirt he was wearing. Blaine’s lips travelled down Kurt’s neck as he managed to push off Kurt’s shirt with a small triumphant sound, the doctor arched into Blaine’s touch, gasping at the contact. He found himself yanking at the robe covering Blaine in a sudden desperate desire to see more, see all of Blaine. The gown came loose and was flung unceremoniously to the floor as Kurt attached his lips to the muscular chest before him, licking and sucking while dragging the most amazing sounds from those kiss bruised lips.

“Too... many... clothes.” Blaine gasped between each word under Kurt’s ministrations. Kurt took the hint and pushed Blaine just far enough away that he could make short work of his pants and boxers, letting out a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his aching cock. He turned his face up to look saucily at Blaine, cocking an eyebrow.

“Better?” Blaine answered him by crashing their lips together once more and letting his hands explore every inch of Kurt’s torso. He took hold of Kurt’s erection and began pumping gently, watching his eyes roll back slightly in his head. Kurt fumbled behind himself searching for something – anything... his fingers closed around a small tub of Vaseline. Blaine didn’t cease pleasuring Kurt once while he slicked up his fingers and reached around Blaine, pressing a finger gently against his entrance, circling it a couple of times before pushing in carefully. Blaine threw his head back, his mouth open in a silent moan as Kurt moved inside him. When Blaine started practically begging Kurt for more he pushed an additional finger past the tight ring of muscle. Kurt kissed his way down Blaine’s chest, paying special attention to his nipples as this seemed to elicit the most obscene sound from the dark haired patient.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but could you just fuck me now?” Kurt felt his eyes widen as Blaine’s eyes filled with lust and maybe a little pleading. His mouth quirked up at the corners a little and he removed his fingers, pushing on Blaine’s stomach.

“Turn around and bend over, I want to fuck you over the desk.” Blaine let out a loud groan and did as Kurt said, gripping the edge of the desk and arching his back so Kurt had what he considered the best view in the world. He covered his cock with the Vaseline and positioned himself at Blaine’s entrance, placing his hands on his hips, gripping the skin tightly. He moaned contentedly as he pushed forward, going slow to try and create as little pain as possible for Blaine. However when Blaine reached around, grabbing Kurt’s ass and pulling him closer he figured it wasn’t a problem and began thrusting into him.

“Fuck, more.” Blaine was writhing beneath him, his knuckles white with the strength he was gripping the desk. Kurt thrust harder, moving the desk a little as he slammed into Blaine. He must have angled it just right because Blaine let out a load shout and a string of curse words fell from his lips. Sweat was building on Kurt’s forehead, but he was far too pre-occupied with the heat building in his abdomen to care, he reached around Blaine, taking his heavy cock in his hand and began pumping in time with his thrusts. Blaine let out a strangled cry and tried desperately to keep his footing.

“Shit, I’m close...” Kurt took this as encouragement and swiped his thumb across the head of Blaine’s cock just as he came all over the desk and Kurt’s fist. Blaine’s ass clenched around Kurt and it only took two more thrusts before he too was coming deep inside Blaine. He collapsed on Blaine’s back, not moving for a moment. He pressed a couple of tiny kisses to the muscled man beneath him before gently pulling out and sinking to the floor. He figured he should probably be worried someone had heard them, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care right now as Blaine joined him on the floor and wrapped his arms around him. Kurt kissed his forehead, running a hand through the now damp curls.

“Kurt.” He whispered against Blaine’s hot skin.

“Huh?” Blaine’s brow creased adorably.

“My name. Kurt.”

“Hmm, I like that. Kurt.” The way Blaine said his name like he was testing out the sound of it made Kurt’s stomach swoop.

“Well Kurt, this is completely the wrong way to do this but would you like to have dinner with me?” Blaine’s eyes were dopey and happy and Kurt thought his heart might explode just looking at him. He took Blaine’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply.

“So I’ll take that as a...yes?!”

“Yes, yes of course. However I hate to be a buzz kill, but I have another, um, patient in about four minutes.” Blaine grinned and jumped up with agility that Kurt couldn’t hope to have right now, all he wanted to do was go to sleep. He stood anyway and watched Blaine dress. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.