Frerard 30 Day One Shot Smut Challenge

22. On a Desk

Note: I'll start off by warning you that this will not occur on a desk, but it's on a surface.

*Gerard's P.O.V*

I pushed the Hospital's large door open and sighed. There I was again, for yet another prostate exam. Man, I hated this exam with a passion. It was so awkward when I got a male doctor. When I had a female doctor, things were funny even. Now when I had a male doctor... things were a lot different. The fact that I was attracted to men didn't help when I had a male doctor with his fingers up my ass. I sat down on a chair as I waited for my name to be called. Looking around, I watched as hurried doctors and nurses walked rapidly through the big corridors, entering and leaving numerous divisions of the Hospital. It must be nice to be a doctor, although very hard and stressing. My eyes landed on a man wearing a blue outfit, and I assumed he was a nurse. He was gorgeous, his hair going all the way to his shoulders, just like mine, but instead of red it was light brown. His big glasses made him look misterious and, as I checked him out, our eyes met. His stare lit up and I felt redness rushing to cover my cheeks. He walked towards where I was sitting and cleared his throat. "Are you Mr. Way?" I looked up at him and smiled. "Yes. Is it my turn already?" my stomach was now filled with nervous butterflies, not because of the nurse, but because of the exam. "Correct. Please follow me, I will show you the bathroom where you'll have to take off all your clothes and put on a gown. Don't forget to take off your underwear" he winked at me as the words came out of his mouth and I blushed intensely. Was he hitting on me? I looked at his blue shirt and saw a little paper with his last name on it; "Thompson" read the paper. Before I could say anything else, we arrived to the bathroom and he muttered a quick goodbye, leaving me to do my thing. I entered the small division and took off my shirt, skinny jeans and boxers. Putting on the baby blue gown, I took a deep breath. "It will go by quickly, Gerard. Don't worry" I whispered to myself, trying to calm down my nerves. The division had two doors: one which connected to the Hospital corridor I had just walked through and another door that I assumed that connected to where the doctor was waiting for me. My hand gripped the second door's handle and I pushed it open. Leaving the bathroom with my clothes in my arms, I entered an office. It's walls were painted with baby blue ink, and the floor, windows and furniture were all white. The person that projected and decorated this Hospital was a hardcore blue lover. Laughing at the observation I had just thought about, I sat down on the stretcher as I waited for the doctor to arrive. Crossing my fingers, I hoped for the doctor to be a woman so the exam would go by quickly and painlessly but, due to my unlucky trait, the door suddenly opened and a male doctor walked into the office. The second my eyes landed on him, I felt my stomach's insides turn. He was absolutely breath taking: his pale skin contrasted with a collection of beautiful and original tattoos that I could see due to his rolled up sleeves, his short dark hair made his greenish eyes stand out, he was gorgeous. My jaw dropped slightly as his pink lips turned into a smile. "Mr. Way, am I correct?" his raspy voice echoed through my ears and I licked my lips. "Uh, yeah that's me" my voice was quiet and shaky. Never had I ever seen such a handsome man, never had I ever got such a handsome doctor. I watched him as he scribbled something down onto his clipboard, his tongue caressing his bottom lip. "Alright, Mr. Way. You surely know what this exam will consist of, but I always tell my patients what I will be doing in order to calm them down a little. I want you to bend over the stretcher you're currently sitting on and stick up your butt. Then I will uncover your arse and I will proceed to check out your prostate to see if you're a healthy man. Are you alright with that?" his words made me blush and I nodded as I played with my fingers. "Oh, and I'm Doctor Iero, but you can call me Frank if you're more comfortable with it" he smiled at me again and took a step forwards, taking my clothes away from me and putting them down on his desk. He walked towards a small cupboard and opened a drawer, grabbing a pair of gloves and a little bottle of lube. My mind was racing as I watched his movements and I prayed the Lord to keep me from having a boner. Snapping the fabric of the gloves, Dr. Iero walked back towards where I was sitting. "Mr. Way, you don't have to be nervous, alright? This will be a quick exam. I know it's uncomfortable to have someone you've never met before with their fingers up you butt, but I will try to make this as comfortable as possible" I grinned at his words, tempted to answer him with "Don't worry, I've had bigger things up my ass", but I didn't say anything to keep the environment from getting even more awkward. "So tell me a little about yourself before we begin with the exam, Mr. Way. What do you do for a living?" I looked at his lips as he spoke, feeling the intense urge of grabbing his jaw and kissing his lips. "Oh, I'm an Art teacher" I told him quietly, trying hard not to stutter; having such a gorgeous man in front of me made me nervous as hell. "Really? That must be fun. Actually you appear to be artsy, with your bright red hair" I smiled at his words as he stood in front of me. "Thank you! And yeah, I really love my job" I had no idea what else to say, I just couldn't get over his stunning appearance. "As crazy as it sounds, I really love my job too. Maybe it's because I like sticking fingers up men's butts on a regular basis" he barked a laugh at his own words, leaving me speechless. He had just admitted to be gay and to be a top. His face fell as he looked at me. "Oh sorry, I probably shouldn't have said it" he apologized and my eyes widened. "Oh no, don't worry. That's perfectly fine" I wouldn't dare to tell him about my sexuality, I just wanted to get the exam done and go home. "Well, shall we start the exam?" he rolled the lube bottle around on his hands to warm it up a little and I jumped off the stretcher. "As you wish, Dr. Iero" I smiled, trying to ignore the nervousness. He rolled his sleeves up higher, making even more tattoos show up. "I'm not the only one who looks artsy here. I absolutely adore your tattoos" I told him as my eyes checked out his inked arms and hands. "Oh, thank you so much. It's a way of expressing myself. And please call me Frank" his raspy voice made me smile. I would love to get to know Frank better. "Alright, sure. And you can also call me Gerard, if you'd like to" we were now staring at each other, smiling. A few seconds passed and Frank cleared his throat, walking towards the stretcher as a sign for me to bend over. I bit my lip, turning around and placing my hands on top of the stretcher. "It will go by quickly, Gerard. Don't worry" the way my name sounded rolling off Frank's tongue made my stomach turn and a deep shade of red invade my cheeks. "Alright" I whispered, bending over. The position I assumed made things so awkward that I wished I could cut a hole on the ground and burry myself. I heard Frank squeezing a portion of lube into his hand, the sound ever so familiar. Looking back over my shoulder, I watched him as he rubbed lube all over three of his fingers. His stare found mine and I quickly turned my head around, now facing the white fabric of the stretcher I was bending over. I shivered as his hands gripped my gown, pulling it up all the way to my hips; if I wasn't bending over, he would be able to see my dick. Frank placed his left hand on my left butt cheek, spreading my cheeks apart. I sucked in a breath as his index finger touched my hole lightly, my ass muscles tightening. "It's alright, Gerard. Relax" I tried my best to think about other things like what I would do during my next Art Class, but I just couldn't. I've had dicks up my ass, why couldn't I just relax? I felt his left hand massage my butt in order to calm me down. "Sorry, Frank" I apologized as he kept massaging my ass. "It's alright, don't worry. You just have to ignore your nerves and let me insert my finger" I blushed at his words and looked at my fingers. "I know, I just... it's humiliating" I whispered the last part and Frank stopped his movements. "What is humiliating?" his questioning voice made me sigh. "I... y'know. I'm afraid I will get a...uh" I couldn't get the word boner out, I kept stuttering and making a fool of myself. "Oh, a boner? It's alright if you do. It's a natural thing, Gerard. C'mon, let's do this" I scolded myself for being so awkward and bit my lip to try to relax my muscles. Frank spread my cheeks again and, before I could even think about it, he shoved one finger up my ass. My body jolted forwards, my shaft smashing into the side of the stretcher. "There we go" Frank giggled as I lowered my head into the surface I was bending over. His finger started moving around, and man, his latex covered finger felt so good. I bit the inside of my right cheek as I tried my best not to have a boner, but it was impossible. "I'm adding another one alright?" I nodded slowly as I prayed the Lord to help me not moaning. Frank inserted a second finger inside my hole and I lowered my head even more into the stretcher. A quiet whimper left my throat and I mentally cursed myself for letting it happen. I could hear Frank's breathing fastening, and I assumed he was trying not to laugh at my condition. Scissoring his fingers, I could feel my cock hardening against the cold material of the stretcher. "Damn" I whispered as Frank moved his fingers out of my ass, only to slam them back in. "It seems like you're healthy, Gerard" his shaking voice made my dick twitch, and I sighed out in pleasure. He continued moving his fingers around, hitting my prostate ever so slightly. "I think you're fine" I felt his fingers slow down the movement. "Please don't stop" I moaned out without thinking. What the hell was I doing? "Gerard..." I heard Frank say, but he fastened his fingers' pace. "Please, Frank" my voice sounded desperate, but I didn't care. All I wanted was for Frank to fuck me senseless. I was rock hard and I needed to release. "Fuck" my ears perked up as I heard Frank cursing and I looked behind my shoulder. He had one hand on my butt cheek while the other fingered me, and his eyes were staring intensely at his own fingers as they glided in and out of my hole. I moaned at the sight and Frank looked at me, biting down on his bottom lip. "This is so wrong, Gerard" he muttered quietly as I pressed my ass back onto his now three fingers. "Fuck it" my voice was shaky due to the pleasure Frank was giving me. Suddenly, Frank stopped moving his fingers and took them out of me. With a loud whine, I unbent my back and turned around, my gown falling down to cover my ass and dick, although my bulge was poking out. "Why'd stop?" I questioned him as I watched Frank taking off the latex gloves. "This is so wrong and unprofessional, Gerard. I can't do this" he whispered, his face showing pure guilt and shame. "Hey, Frank. You're doing that because I asked you to. You have my consent" I tried to convince him, our gazes meeting. Frank didn't answer, and I took a step forwards. Feeling a wave of courage invading my body, I walked quickly to the door and locked it. Frank sighed and, when I walked back to where he was standing, he shot me a little smile. "It looks like I'm not the only gay man here" he declared cheekly, making me grin. Suddenly, Frank grabbed my waist and forced me to bend over the stretcher once again. Repeating the process, Frank pulled my gown up to reveal my naked ass and shoved three fingers up my butt once again. "Better check your prostate once again" he muttered and I half moaned half giggled at his words. Slipping his fingers in and out at a quick pace, Frank used his free hand to caress my uncovered back. His fingers felt like heaven, now without latex covering them. A deep moan left my lips as my member twitched. "You like it, Gerard?" His raspy voice made me close my eyes and lower my head down into the stretcher once again. "Please fuck me, Frank. I beg you to fuck me senseless. Please, Doctor Iero" I moaned loudly and Frank gasped. "Oh god" Frank's fingers stopped fingering me and I heard him undo his belt. Looking back at him, I saw Frank pushing his skinny jeans down, leaving him with only his black T-Shirt on and the white surgical gown that Doctors were forced to wear. "Take off your fucking gown" he growled and my eyes widened at this new side of him. I unbent once again and took the blue gown off my body, revealing my pale skin. "Fuck you're so beautiful" I blushed at his words and sat down on the stretcher. Frank took his surgical gown and his shirt off, revealing his ink covered body. He was a walking masterpiece. A walking canvas. Frank was gorgeous, the definition of beauty. He took a few steps forwards, putting his hands on my thighs and placing a gentle kiss on my lips. A smile found its way to my face and I leaned into him to connect our lips again. The kiss was passionate yet lustful. I jumped off the stretcher and turned around, feeling Frank's hands on my hips. Suddenly, his dick slammed into me without a warning, making my body weak. My head and chest were now laying down on the stretcher as Frank slammed into me repeatedly. "Holy fuck, Gerard" Frank whispered into my ear, his chest touching my back. His hands found their way to my shoulders, pulling my torso up to line with his own. Frank placed his left hand around my neck as the other one wrapped around my length. "Shit, Frank. You feel so good" I moaned, throwing my head back into the space between his shoulder and his neck. Frank was now sucking harshly on my neck as his hips moved quickly into my ass. "Am I making you feel good, Gerard? You like it? You like it when your Doctor fucks your ass?" his dirty talk went straight down to my dick, and I whimpered. Frank slowed down his movements only to turn our bodies around: he was now sitting down on the stretcher while I sat down on him, my back glued to his chest. Frank restarted slamming his dick up into my ass as I slammed it down, creating a delicious feeling. Kissing my shoulder, Frank's free hand that wasn't pumping me found its way to my hair, pulling on it gently. "I want to see you, Doctor" I whined, my eyes closed. His hands grabbed my hips and lifted my body up, turning me around and sitting me back down on him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and my knees on the stretcher. Moving my hips up and down, I was now riding Frank as my dick rubbed up and down Frank's chest. "You're so beautiful, babe, oh fuck" I moaned at his words, quickening my hips' movement. I opened my eyes, only to look at him. Frank leaned his head forwards, kissing me. Our tongues danced together, spit dribbling down my chin. Frank placed one hand on my back to keep me from falling as my hands found their way to the back of Frank's head to pull on his hair. "Come for me, princess. Come for daddy" Frank's words drove me crazy and all I could think about was how good he felt inside me. "Frank, oh God. Oh, fuck me harder, daddy. Please" I moaned out pathetically, feeling Frank's dick twitching. His hips slammed up, hitting my prostate. A scream left my mouth as I threw my head back, eyes closed and lips parted. "Guess I found your healthy prostate" Frank whispered and my lips turned into a smile at his joke. "I'm coming, Frank. Fuck, I'm coming" I warned him, my hips moving at an irregular pace. My breath quickened as I suddenly hit pure ecstasy. I threw my head back even more, my eyes closing tightly. "Look at me, babe. Fucking look at me" I heard Frank demand and I quickly obeyed. I was now being hit with the aftershocks, loud whines leaving my mouth. Frank thrusted into me a few more times before groaning out my name and cumming into me, his face contorted with pure pleasure. My chest collapsed into Frank's chest and his arms wrapped around my torso. "Jesus Christ" I sighed out but, before I could open my eyes, Frank picked me up, laid me down on the stretcher and got on top of me. "What are you doing, Frank?" I asked, my body weak and tired. "I want to taste you, Gerard" my eyes widened at his words as I watched him getting on his knees and placing his hands on my thighs, spreading my legs open. "No, Frank. I'm exhausted. Please, you can taste me without making me cum again, your chest is covered in my cum" I pleaded him, but to no avail. Frank licked his lips and grabbed my red cock, pumping it a few times. "Let daddy take care of you, baby boy. Will you?" his words convinced me and I nodded, laying my head back. "Good boy" Frank whispered, covering my shaft's tip with his mouth. My body shivered and my hands gripped Frank's hair automatically. He hummed around my dick as he took it further down his throat. "Oh, Frank. I'm so sensitive, it hurts" I complained; it was a mix of pleasure and pain. Frank sucked me harder and faster, and my mind went blank. All I could do was moan "Frank" every time I breathed out. The second Frank hallowed his cheeks, I came. My second orgasm hit me violently and I cried out his name, my hips moving up into his mouth. Coming down from my high, Frank moaned as he kept sucking and licking me. I sighed out loudly, completely exhausted. "You taste delicious" Frank growled and I closed my eyes, almost falling asleep. My pulsating cock twitched as Frank grabbed it once again to jerk it off. "I want you to cum all over my face" I couldn't believe the words that left his mouth. I couldn't cum once again. It was impossible. Quiet cries left my mouth as Frank jerked me off quickly, my body shaking with over stimulation. "Cum for me, baby boy. Cum for daddy" his words led me to my third orgasm in that afternoon. Never had I ever orgasmed three times in just an hour. Frank was a sex god. White spurts of cum shot through my dick and I forced myself to keep my eyes open. Looking down, I watched as Frank opened his mouth, his face covered with my cum. My head fell back as I came down from my third high. "No more, Frank. I'm done" I felt tears stream down my face from the over stimulation. "Such a good boy, Gerard. Such a good boy" I sighed out and Frank hovered over me, kissing me slowly. Getting off me, Frank put his clothes and surgical gown back on and walked back to where I was laying, picking me up. Sitting me down on a small two seated sofa, Frank helped me putting my clothes back on. I watched him as he grabbed his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Thompson. Will you warn the boss that I will take the rest of the day off, please? I'm not feeling very well. I already locked my office, but I left my things in there so please don't let anyone come in, alright? Thanks, man" I grinned at his excuse and Frank hung up. "Guess we're stuck in here till the end of the day, babe" he smirked as he sat down beside me. Placing his right arm around my shoulders, Frank connected our lips. "I'm glad you came to me for a prostate exam, Gerard" I giggled at his words, blushing. "Yeah, me too. And I'm glad my prostate's healthy".

I wrote this in like two hours and I have my Philosophy exam (finals) in two days RIP