It was late when Kurt arrived home to their dinky little apartment. The lights were off, the heat was still blasting, and Oscar wound himself around his ankles as soon as he stepped through the door.

"Oh, hush, I know its dinner time." Kurt set his work bag down on the counter and tripped over Oscars furry butt as he made for the refrigerator. "Silly boy, Im going to step on you. Look out, move over."

Kurt scooped the tin can out of the refrigerator, grabbed Oscars bowl and a spoon from the drainer, and started dishing out the stench. "Your food is the grossest smelling muck. Yes, it is, Oscar. My sweet pea. Youre so cute when youre hungry."

"Ra-meow?"

"Here you go, precious muffin." Kurt set the bowl down by his water and unwound his scarf as he watched Oscar devour his meal."Youre worse than my brother you know that? I dont know why I let Blaine talk me into keeping you."

"Meow?"

"Yeah, yeah, you were pretty cute as a soggy kitten in his coat pocket," Kurt relented. "Youve got me there."

Kurt watched him for another moment, then scooped his bag up and headed into the master bathroom. Oscar would finish up and then sleep until midnight when he went on a rampage. A nice hot bath would be wonderful while he waited for Blaine to get out of his late class. That would do the trick. Maybe Blaine would get home early enough to join him. But when he stepped into the bedroom there was something blocking his way to the bathroom.

"Is that a– Blaine Hummel-Anderson, you sneaky dork."

He circled the incredibly accurate examination table that had appeared in their room. It looked like a typical examination table hed find in any doctors office, only in their room. Between the bed and the bathroom door, and fortunately with no scrunchy, noisy paper. Instead there was a folded up hospital gown with a note on top.

Bemused, Kurt picked the note up and unfolded it.

Your appointment is at seven oclock sharp. A full physical is scheduled as part of college entry requirements. Dress accordingly.

Hot all over, Kurt folded the note and looked at the clock. Forty minutes. That was enough time to shower and change. Kurt held the hospital gown up and gave a little giggle. It had been almost two months since hed mentioned this role-play fantasy, but Blaine had figured it out. His husband always found a way to give him what he wanted. After checking the table over for sturdiness and wondering how Blaine had managed to find such a realistic one, Kurt headed into the bathroom for a quick shower.

As he stepped out and dried off, Kurt eyed the gown, suddenly nervous. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old about to have a full physical with a handsome doctor. Tingling with excitement, Kurt pulled the flimsy fabric on, tried to tie it up, and gave up. It wouldnt matter soon enough. He hurried into the bedroom, dropped his clothes in the hamper, debating if underwear was appropriate and was just tossing those in too when the bedroom door opened.

"Ah, Mr. Hummel, are– oh, my apologies."

Kurt looked over his shoulder and found Dr. Anderson lingering in the doorway, his gaze on his clipboard. He spun around quickly, facing burning as he pulled the gown closed over his backside.

"Sorry, Im– I didnt know if I should keep my underwear on or," Kurt cleared his throat and gingerly took a seat on the examination table.

Dr. Anderson smiled kindly over his glasses and set his clipboard down by the door. "Its fine, Kurt. Ive been a doctor for close to ten years, Ive seen a lot more, and a lot worse. Now, it says youre here for a full physical."

Kurt nodded and kept his eyes on his knees as Dr. Anderson talked him through the different parts of the examination, including something hed never been asked before.

"Now, we also have an optional prostate examination," Dr. Anderson explained. "Youre rather young to start, but considering your fathers history, I thought Id suggest it for you to consider."

"Oh, um," Kurt looked up as Dr. Anderson sat on his stool and pulled a draw open. "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm? Oh, no, its quite simple. Ill have you bend over, put on my purple gloves, and lubricate a finger, and make sure there are no masses or anything. A few minutes, nothing more." Dr. Anderson spun around on his chair, and snapped his last glove on. "So?"

The doctors eyes sparkled as he gazed at Kurt. It was almost like he was daring him to say no, to make their little game more complicated by refusing.

"Ill do it," Kurt said finally. "Where do we start?"

Dr. Anderson smiled, almost grinned, and Kurt blushed once more. He pulled out a stethoscope and started. Kurt tried to sit still and listen as his heart, lungs, ears, and eyes were checked. By the time he was laid down and Dr. Anderson started checking his organs and torso, Kurt was squirming and he was growing hard against his thigh.

"All right, Kurt, everythings looking excellent," Dr. Anderson said. "I just need you to stand up to check your testicles and then the prostate exam. Then were done here, okay?"

Kurt ducked his head as he stood up, burning all over as his growing erection tented his gown. He shifted uncomfortably as Dr. Anderson spun around on his stool and rolled over to him.

"Well, that much seems to be in working order," he said. "Im just going to lift your gown and check you over. The usual."

It took all of Kurts strength not to run out of the room when Dr. Anderson pushed his hospital gown aside and his erection bobbed towards him. This was so embarrassing. Who popped a boner over a doctor? But Dr. Anderson was a beautiful man; beautiful parted curls, handsome, well-defined features, and a smile that made Kurts hips twitch with want.

He jumped as a gloved hand cupped his balls and gently started to check them over. Then it was a quick hernia check, and Dr. Anderson rolled away again as Kurt watched his own shoulders and neck turn scarlet.

"Okay, Kurt, you can either bend over and touch your toes, or lean across the examination table."

Kurt turned away from him, and decided on the table. It was a little uncomfortable because he had to bend his knees, but he forgot that almost immediately. Hot breath brushed over the left side of his ass and then a hand slowly touched the spot.

"All right, just relax, itll be one quick finger. Let me just warm this lube up for you."

A small whimper fell from his lips as Dr. Andersons slick finger started massaging his rim, warming the cool lube until Kurts hips snapped against the bed.

"Now just relax and breathe," Dr. Anderson reminded him, and then his finger was pressing in. Kurt gasped and dropped his forehead onto the examination table. "Just relax," he repeated and Kurt tried to, he honestly did. But Dr. Andersons finger was in him up to the first knuckle, his cock was thick and hard against his stomach, and the doctors fingertip had started slowly stroking over his prostate.

His mouth fell open against the polyester, legs jerking as Dr. Andersons finger tip rubbed and probed.

"No masses or tumors," Dr. Anderson told him. He finger shifted a little higher and pressed in. "Any pain at all?"

Kurt shook his head and bit his lip.

"Kurt? Yes or no, please. Any pain when I press?"

"N- no," Kurt stammered. Then he groaned loudly. "Oh my god, thats wonderful."

But Dr. Andersons finger uncurled and slid out.

"Very good, youre all finished with that," Dr. Anderson said cheerfully. Kurt could hear the teasing smirk in his voice, the one just daring Kurt to beg him to fuck him. "Just one more thing to do. We like to take a semen sample as part of a prostate exam. There are… several options for how to proceed, considering your current state."

Kurt groaned and arched himself back. "Anything, Doctor Anderson. Please."

"Anything? Well, if you insist." The lock on the door clicked and a moment later two hands were on Kurts ass, massaging his cheeks and pulling them apart. "Just relax, Mr. Hummel. Heres the cup. Well get you there in no time."

A high whine echoed around the room. Dr. Andersons finger was pressing in again, a second quickly following. "Just relax. Therell be a little stretching and then well help you give that sample, okay?"

Kurt pressed his face against the examination table, his hips rolling and arching back against Dr. Andersons fingers. Then they slipped out, and he was clenching around cold air, his hands clawing at the table until something slick and blunt pressed against him. A firm hand pressed down against the small of his back.

"Deep breaths, and relax," Dr. Anderson encouraged. "Itll feel tight at first. Maybe a little burn, too. Itll fade. Now, deep breath."

He sucked in a huge, shaky breath and Dr. Anderson pressed in. Kurt gasped and clutched the table harder, as inch after inch of Dr. Andersons cock stretched him open and buried inside him. Finally, as Kurts toes started grappling for a grip on the floor, the silky fabric of Dr. Andersons pants brushed against his ass and thighs.

"And release," Dr. Anderson ordered. Kurt blew out his breath and shifted as Dr. Andersons white coat fluttered around his hips. "Mmm, youre wonderfully tight. Just hold this," the cup was forced into his right hand, "and Ill take care of the rest. Youve been such a good patient, Kurt."

One of Dr. Andersons hands closed around Kurts aching cock and he started to thrust. Heat surged through Kurt. Trembling, he held the plastic cup over himself and shut his eyes.

"Relax," Dr. Anderson murmured, his hand petting over Kurts spine. "Youre being so good. Youre– god, thats tight. No pain?"

"Mmm, no," Kurt hummed and arched back against him. "Doctor? Could you tilt your hips a little? My prostates feeling lonely."

"Youre–" There was a snort behind him as Blaine broke character. But then he coughed and shifted his angle down. "Is that better?"

"Perfect," Kurt moaned and Dr. Andersons hips snapped forward. His voice continued to sooth and encourage him as Dr. Andersons hips knocked against him, thrusting deeper and harder until Kurt was panting and grabbing onto anything he could to stabilize himself. "Oh, god. Harder, please. Oh– Doctor Anderson, yes, oh, please, yes."

"Shh, youre," Dr. Anderson broke off to groan. "Close. Come on, Kurt. Be a good boy now."

Dr. Andersons fist tightened around him, and twisted as it stroked faster, Kurts feet lost their footing, but Dr. Andersons hands had him. His hips snapped against the table, rutting and jerking as Dr. Anderson slammed into him.

"Oh, god, yes," Kurt gripped the table as euphoria surged through him and he came, half sobbing as Dr. Anderson groaned behind him. Sweating and panting, Kurt sunk down against the table as something hot and wet dripped over his lower back and ass.

"Youre all done," Dr. Anderson said breathlessly. "Just need to clean you up and cap that sample, yeah." But instead of doing either of those, Blaine sunk down against his back and hummed softly. "That was brilliant."

"Where in the world did you find this table?" Kurt mumbled as Blaine kissed his shoulder blades.

"It was in the stage props at school," Blaine explained. "Figured itd be worthwhile. Theres a desk, too. A teachers desk. If you ever want to fulfill my over the desk fantasy."

"Is that an over the top hint?" Kurt laughed. He stretched his arms as Blaine eased out of him. "I wouldnt mind being Professor Hummel once in a while. I think you as Devon Anderson, ultimate bad boy fantasy is still my favorite."

"I prefer you as a mechanic," Blaine argued as Kurt shakily got to his feet. "Though the hood of the car did hurt my ass after a while."

"Professor Hummel next." Kurt turned and stepped into Blaines embrace. "Shall I help you take this back tomorrow and steal the desk for an evening?"

"Definitely. Trying to explain why I needed this to Rachel was a nightmare."