A Simple Cleaning

Kurt strolled into the small, cheery Dentist’s office like he owned the place—only five minutes late.  He removed his dark shades, folding them and tucking them into his shirt, and glanced around the waiting room briefly before making a beeline for the desk.  I kind, middle-aged woman looked up at him and smiled warmly. 

“Kurt!  We haven’t seen you in a while.  Appointment today?”

“Betty, how are you?  And yes, as a matter of fact.  I’m a few minutes late…” he offered his most sincere apologetic smile in return, and she waved him off.

“Oh, no matter, you know how this works!  Why don’t you go on back and he’ll be with you shortly, I’m sure.”

“Thanks,” he pocketed his keys, winking at the woman and grinning as she blushed before making his way down the hall and into the empty examining room.

It looked the same as six months ago, and he casually plopped down on the dentist chair, crossing his legs and pulling his phone out to have something to fiddle with.

About ten minutes had passed before he heard the door knob rattling and looked up to see Dr. Anderson breezing into the room.  He all but ignored Kurt, instead seating himself at the small desk in the corner and setting about pulling up Kurt’s chart.

“Dr. Anderson,” Kurt broke the silence.  “Long time no see!”

Dr. Anderson didn’t look up, but Kurt could see him rolling his eyes.  “Kurt,” he responded cordially.  “You’re late.”

“Is that any way to treat your favorite patient?  And I’d like to point out that, as usual, you’re later.”

“You are most certainly not my favorite patient!”  The dark-haired man sighed, finally looking up to meet Kurt’s eyes.  “You know how these things work.”

Kurt grinned cockily, remembering the earlier words of the secretary.  “Yes, I do,” he answered simply.

The dentist held his gaze for a moment, but soon his eyes cleared as he seemed to re-gather himself.  “So, looks like it should be a simple cleaning today if you’ve been keeping everything clean in there as we discussed.”

“You know I do,” Kurt answered smugly, trying to catch his eye again, but the dentist was resisting.  Instead he wheeled his chair over to Kurt’s side, handing him an ugly pair of glasses that made Kurt grimace, but he put them on anyway.  “Open up, and let’s get started.”

Kurt eyed him cheekily, noting happily that the other man looked nervous as he pulled on his gloves.  He opened his mouth obediently and closed his eyes.  He heard the dentist suck in a sharp breath before he finally felt the fingers probing his mouth.

Game on.

Waiting a minute or so to be sure that the man had relaxed into the routine of his job, Kurt dared a tentative, small flick of his tongue around the tip of the dentist’s thumb.

The fingers went flying out of his mouth.

“Sorry,” Kurt said as sincerely as he could manage.

He heard the man sigh again, and then the fingers were back.  The dentist’s tension lasted longer this time, but eventually he moved passed the incident and began saying something to Kurt about molars and how he could maybe stand to floss a little better in the back.  Kurt wasn’t really listening, instead focusing on his next move.  This time, he caught two fingers, quickly closing his mouth around them, twirling his tongue and sucking.

“Kurt,” the dentist admonished, but he didn’t pull away and Kurt could swear he heard a faint moan.  “Kurt, we can’t do this again!  I told you, this is a professional relationship.”

As if in surrender, Kurt released his fingers.  “Sorry,” he murmured for a second time.

Dr. Anderson’s half-irritated, half-relieved “thank you!” had just left his lips when Kurt placed his hand on the man’s knee, slowly walking his fingers up his thigh to stroke just below his groin.

“Kurt!” the dentist exclaimed again, this time jumping out of his seat.  “I can’t believe you!  Please, just sit there and let me clean your mouth.”

Kurt turned to him with a pout, pulling off his glasses.  “But doctor,” he practically purred.  “I think my mouth needs to be a little dirtier before you can clean it.”

The other man sighed more loudly this time, clearly exasperated, and covered his face with his hands.  Kurt thought he might be better off trying to cover the rather obvious boner he was sporting.  “Kurt, please,” he begged “behave.”

Kurt continued to pout a little, but nodded, lying back down and replacing his glasses. 

Deciding to play nice for a while (after all, he did need his teeth cleaned,) Kurt tolerated the next bit of the exam, even the part where his gums got jabbed with some damned poking instrument (he’d much prefer the man to jab him with something else.)  Then, about to start the actual cleaning, Dr. Anderson handed him some kind of suctioning tool, instructing him to use it when water or saliva built up in his mouth, and well, that was just too good to pass up.

While Dr. Anderson busied himself preparing the equipment, Kurt trained his eyes on the man and stuck the suction tube in his mouth, running his tongue up and down the length of it and loving the way it made his cheeks suck in even more.

Apparently, Dr. Anderson did too, if the expression on his face when he finally looked back up at Kurt was any indication.  While he was distracted, Kurt took the opportunity to reach once again for his crotch, pleased to find that the man was already starting to grow hard again.

“Kurt,” he half-cried, half-moaned as Kurt rubbed at him, this time making no move to stop his patient.  “I thought you were going to behave.”

Kurt finally allowed the little tube to drop from his mouth, placing it carefully back in its holder before looking up at the man slyly.  “You know me better than that.”

The dentist grunted but offered no further remark, only pushing further into Kurt’s hand. 

Kurt smiled happily, leaning forward as reached under the blue dental smock to work the zipper on the man’s jeans.  “Last time I was here, you were kind enough to teach me how talented your mouth is.  Let me show you what a good patient I can be,” he whispered seductively into his ear.

Dr. Anderson shivered.  “Yes,” he breathed, and gave in.  He quickly reached up to switch off the light over the chair and move it aside, then stood and all but tore off his smock, shucking his pants.  “Lay down,” he ordered Kurt.  “Glasses off.”

Kurt eyed him lecherously, running his tongue teasingly along his lips and considering the man’s erection with unabashed hunger.  “Yes, doctor,” he said, voice high and perfectly obedient.

After Kurt was settled and the chair was adjusted to just the right height, Dr. Anderson straddled it, his heavy erection bobbing over Kurt’s face.  He took himself in hand a stroked once, twice, before peering back down at Kurt, who was eagerly studying his every move. 

“Open up,” the dentist commanded a little brokenly.  Kurt reached down, squeezing his own groin through his jeans to stave off his arousal before following orders.

The weight of Dr. Anderson’s cock felt perfect in Kurt’s mouth, even with just the tip, and he couldn’t help but moan as he licked around it, lapping contentedly at the beads of precum that had gathered there.  He had so little control in this position and the thought thrilled him, but he tried taking in even more, savoring the sound of the dentist’s moans and the sight of him, beautiful hazel eyes half-lidded in lust.

Dr. Anderson was clearly trying to be careful with him though his hips stuttered a few times, and when Kurt was settled into the right angle he sucked even harder, willing the man above him to take control.  Sure enough, he soon began thrusting shallowly in Kurt’s mouth, unable to hold back any longer.

Kurt focused on keeping his throat open, his tongue working as the man gained momentum.  Eventually, the dentist reached down to grab his free hand, squeezing it in his.  “If it’s too much, squeeze my hand and I’ll stop,” he told Kurt.

Kurt moaned deeply around him in agreement, knowing what it would do to the dentist, loving the feeling of being fucked, especially like this.  He reached down again to place pressure on his own cock, straining against his pants and clearly enjoying this more than was prudent.

“God, keep doing that,” Dr. Anderson said above him.  His eyes were completely closed now in ecstasy and he looked incredible.  Kurt would have smiled if he could, would have told him how beautiful he looked, but instead he changed his moan to a hum and closed his own eyes, willing himself to calm down and just take this for a little while longer.

Too soon, though, his own desire grew too strong and he squeezed the hand in his.  Dr. Anderson groaned in frustration, his hips stuttering a few more times before pulled off and away.  Kurt flexed his jaw, licking around his lips. 

“Did I hurt you?” the dentist asked, concern plain in his hazel eyes. 

Kurt shook his head, maintaining eye contact.  “Wanna fuck you,” he said eventually, pushing himself to his feet.

“Kurt, I don’t know if that’s…”

“I brought lube,” Kurt cut him off. 

“That’s… you planned this?” he looked surprised, though Kurt knew he shouldn’t be.  He watched the anger rise and flash across his face.  “What the hell do you…”

“Shut-up.”  He cut the dentist off, though not maliciously.  Kurt walked over to grab the dental smock where it had been tossed onto the dentist’s chair and spread it instead over the patient’s.  “Hands and knees, on the chair,” he pointed.

Dr. Anderson looked like he was about to protest again, his mouth opening and closing before he finally shut it for good, climbing back up on the chair with visible reluctance.

Kurt found the lube in his pocket and quickly uncapped it, grinning to himself as he watched the dentist get situated.  This “game” was going exactly as he had planned, even better than the last time.  Climbing onto the end of the chair behind the shorter man, he admired the site spread out before him, running his dry hand over the man’s thighs and buttocks before sliding a wet finger along his crack, lingering over his perfect, puckered hole.  The dentist trembled.

“Relax, doctor,” he soothed against his ear.  “I’m about to make this your best appointment to date.”  And with those words, he buried a finger inside.

The dentist gasped, instinctively pushing back against him.  Kurt waited patiently for a moment before slowly moving in and out, soon gaining speed.

“God, Kurt, why am I letting you do this?” he ground out.  Then, “More!”

Kurt chuckled, adding another finger and working him harder, twisting them until they hit just right.  The other man bore down even further, moaning loudly.

“Because I’m your favorite patient,” Kurt finally answered as he pushed in a third.  “And you may want to be quieter, dear, there are children in that waiting room.”

Dr. Anderson merely groaned, though in pleasure or exasperation, Kurt couldn’t tell.  “I’m ready.  Get it over with.”

“Wow, such a romantic,” Kurt muttered, but acquiesced, removing his fingers.  He opened his pants—why bother to remove them completely?—and grabbed the lube to slick up his cock, wiping his hand on the smock beneath them and then grabbing the dentist’s hips.  “This is gonna be fun.”

Without warning, he pushed in, burying himself in one stroke.  Dr. Anderson made a noise that was half-moan, half scream.

“I might have to gag you,” Kurt remarked thoughtfully.  “But that would defeat the purpose.” 

As Kurt established a steady rhythm, the man beneath him quieted, but his noises didn’t stop completely—much to Kurt’s delight.  He fought Kurt’s grip on his hips to push back harder, demandingly.  “More,” he finally got out, sounding frustrated.

Kurt leaned down to kiss across his spine.  “You want more, darling?  Then you’re going to have to be honest with me.  Who’s your favorite patient?”

Dr. Anderson pushed back again but remained silent, and Kurt smirked, hips slowing to a near stop.

The dentist groaned.  Kurt pulled back, dragging as much as he could, before slamming forward once more without warning, causing the man’s hips to dip and almost fall from Kurt’s grip.  Then he stilled completely.

“I said,” Kurt spoke slowly, punctuating each word, “who-is-your-favorite-patient?”

“God,” Dr. Anderson moaned.

“Sorry, but I don’t buy that God needs dental work.”

Kurt suddenly pushed him down, pinning the smaller man beneath him to the table, jolting his cock in the dentist’s ass and biting at his ear.  “I’m only going to ask you one more time.  Who’s your favorite patient, Dr. Anderson?”

The dentist moaned yet again, his hips jerking but finding nowhere to go.  Kurt bit the flesh of his neck, growing impatient.  He thrust once more—too gently—for motivation.

Finally, the answer came.  “It’s you, you ass,” Dr. Anderson sounded furious.  “Now fuck me!”

Kurt scoffed, but immediately obliged, soon moving faster than he had yet today.  He lifted up onto his arms, mouth still working at the dentist’s neck.  Given a little room for purchase, Dr. Anderson’s hips soon began snapping up to meet his every thrust.

“Do you like my mouth, doctor?” Kurt whispered into his neck, already feeling lost in the tight heat squeezing his cock.

“God, yes, it’s my favorite mouth.”

“I’m your favorite patient.  Say it.”

“You’re my favorite patient.  Kurt!  Fuck, I’m so close!”

“Yes,” Kurt answered, reaching down to fist the other man’s cock.  “None of your other patients can fuck you like me.  None of your other patients have a mouth like mine.”  His movements were growing frantic, now, and he could feel himself close to the edge. 

“None of my other patients can fuck me at all.  Only you.  You have the best mouth, so big and beautiful stretched around my cock.  God, Kurt, I’m going to-“ but he was already spilling into Kurt’s hand, words dissolving into half-muffled screams as he soiled the smock beneath them.

Kurt pounded him harder, once, twice, and he too was coming, spurting hot into the dentist’s ass as he bit down hard on his shoulder.  When it was over, he collapsed on top of him, kissing his sweaty neck.

Dr. Anderson twisted around, trying to catch his eye as their breathing evened out.  “Well,” Kurt said when he had recovered enough to speak.  “You now have a perfect imprint of my teeth on the back of your shoulder, should you find you need it.”

But the dentist had recovered too, and he was starting to look pissed.  “That shouldn’t have happened, Kurt.  I have another appointment at eleven.  This is completely unprofessional.”

Kurt shrugged, grinning smugly as he climbed off and set about righting his clothes, pulling his cell phone from his pocket.  “Right now it’s… eleven twelve.”

The dentist dropped his forehead into the chair, groaning in a completely different way than he had minutes before.  “Damn it, Kurt.  I asked you not to do this.  I didn’t even clean your teeth!  I’m going to have to send you to someone else…”

Kurt pouted.  “But I thought I was your favorite patient?  Do you really want someone else to have me?”

Dr. Anderson shook his head, opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, jaw set.  “I have another patient now,” he said eventually.  “You need to leave.  I am not happy with you.”

Kurt shrugged, still looking entirely too pleased with himself.  “Don’t worry, I’m out.  I have to be at work at noon.”  He looked the dentist over, grin widening, and tossed him his pants.  “As for you—get up, and throw away that smock.  Get dressed.  You have cum on your shirt, might want to wash that up and hide it with a clean one.”

He stepped forward, leaned in as though for a kiss, but the man turned his head away at the last minute and Kurt only caught his cheek. 

“Don’t be that way, Blaine.  You know you love it.”  He leaned even closer, right up to Blaine’s ear.  “Come by the studio later and you can take all that anger out on my ass, Dr. Anderson.  Or tonight, after dinner.  Your choice.”

Blaine’s eyes widened at this, lighting with something Kurt thought looked a bit like lust. 

When he left his husband’s office moments later, confident and casual as ever, Kurt was still grinning.