The Doctor is In

Part 1

Jean Kirschtein was a ball of nerves. He hated the doctor. He hated the antiseptic smell, the stark whiteness of the room, doctors with poor bedside manner.

While this was the first time Jean was seeing this doctor, he had heard the nurses and receptionists out front talking about how handsome he was.

"Well I guess that's a plus, a good looking guy touching me" Jean thought laughing to himself. "Man I'm desperate"

He sat on the examination table the flimsy one paper crinkling underneath.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in" Jean said.

He nearly fell off the examination table.

"Hot d*mn" Jean thought. Hoping he didn't say it out loud.

"Good afternoon...Jean" he looked up from his tablet. Jean was met with a pair of light brown eyes behind a pair of black framed glasses. His black hair parted to the left, soft freckles pattering across his cheeks. A warm smile spread across his face.

"Are you are ok with me calling you Jean?"

Jean couldn't stop staring not hearing what the hot doctor had said.

"Or would you prefer Mr. Kirschtein..."

Jean snapped out of the somewhat dirty thoughts running through his head.

"Um Jean's fine" he said quietly.

"Well I'm Dr. Bodt. I took over for Dr. Jeager when he wanted to retire. But if we are on a  first name basis my name Marco."

Jean chuckled.

"Trust me I heard plenty of 'marco polo' jokes in my heyday" Dr. Bodt said with a small laugh.

"So here for annual physical I see..."

Jean nodded. "I'm sorry if I seem a bit nervous, not a fan of the doctors or dentists."

The doctor smiled and set his tablet down. "Explains why your blood pressure was a bit high. White coat syndrome..."

He moved towards Jean, placing a hand on his knee. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

He look into Jean's eyes. "There's no need to be nervous." He said softly.

Jean swallowed, he was sure his pressure was even higher now.

"I'm a very good with my hands" there was a gleam in the doctors eyes. He felt Dr. Bodt gently run his thumb over Jean's knee.

"Well first things first. That shirt is going to need to come off."

Jean didn't hesitate. Peeling his black v-neck shirt off.

Dr. Bodt let his other other gently trace down Jean's jaw bone and to his neck.

He leaned in to Jean. "Pulse is strong, a bit fast..." he whispered hotly in his ear. "I have a feeling where all that blood is rushing too."

"Doctor Bodt..." Jean said hoarsely. Struggling to find his words.

Marco let his hands slide down from Jean's throat to his chest, letting his fingers massage his pecs.

Jean tensed up. His hand was warm against his bare chest.

"This feels a bit..." Jean let out a soft moan as the young doctor started to tease his nipples.

"Relax...it's all part of my examination. Need to be thorough" he said hotly. "You may want me to take a look at this..." he palmed Jean's growing erection through his khaki's.