Author's note:
Tyler and Troye, you are not meant to read this so donttttt
____SMUT WARNING____
Troyes's POV
I jolt up in bed to the sound of my alarm clock. Ugh. 10:15. Much too early. With a sigh, I body roll out of bed and end up on the floor, sleeping for another 20 minutes. After I am finally able to drag myself up off the floor, I check myself in the mirror. Even this early in the morning, my quiff game is hella strong. I do a quick runthrough of all of my gorgeous features. Mmmm. Perfect. I am inturrupted by my phone sounding off a calendar alert:
DR. APPOINTMENT 12:30 My heart clenches for a second. My previous doctor retired so I have a new one. I haven't met him before, his name is Dr. Oak? Oakley? Yeah thats it, Dr. Oakley. I'm a little uncomfortable, um, exposing my body to a stranger, even though he's a doctor. I mean, what would he even do? He's a doctor. He won't think twice about it... Right?
Feeling a bit inquisitive, I try a banana wrapped in last night's pasta for breakfast. Let's just say that it wasn't the best idea of mine. Even so, I am too lazy to get anything else to eat so I finish the last few bites and internally shiver a little bit at the taste. My phone alerts me to a 30 minute warning for my doctor's appointment. I run upstairs and slip on a red t shirt and jeans, and slide out the door.
At exactly 12:30, I arrive at the enterance of Providence Medical Center. God, I really don't want to go in there. I've always been nervous at doctor's clinics, becuase I always worry they'll find me terminally ill or something. I try to make the short walk from my car to the clinic enterance as slow as possible. I get clucked at by an old lady behind me, making me feel socially obligated to move a little faster.
I take a deep breath before pulling open the glass door. A receptionist smiles at me from behind the corpret desk. I approach her, and fake a small smile before telling her my name. "Troye Sivan." She smiles back at me and begins to type on her computer. She has really long fingernails. It's kinda making me uncomfortable, but I stare at her fingers anyway while she types. After a long enough time for me to be utterly hypnotized by the receptionist's fingernails, her head jerks up to me. "Ah, scheduled for a 12:30 appointment, yeah?" "Um, yeah," I jam my hands in my pockets and turn to sit in one of the untrustworthy chairs you always find in doctors' waiting rooms. After a short while, an artificially blonde nurse walks in. "Troye Sivan?" Her eyes graze around the room, looking for the right patient. I stand up and walk over to her. She turns and leads the way before I can fully catch up to her and curtly says, "Dr. Oakley will see you now." I nod, even though her back is turned to me. She leads me down a twist and turn of hallways before finally motioning to a closed door, and walks away. I knock. Shortly after, a blonde man with glasses opens the door. He's quite attractive, I have to admit.
"Well hello there! My name is Tyler Oakley," he exclaims, unexpectedly enthusiastic. "Come, embrace." He smiles and pulls me into a tight hug. I am caught off gaurd and just sort of awkwardly pat his back until he lets go.
Dr. Oakley takes my height and weight, you know, normal doctor stuff. I start to relax a little bit, but then tells me to take off my clothes. "Um, what?" I say, caught off gaurd.
"Take off your clothes," he replies, a smirk on his face. I slowly peel off my clothes and look down at the ground, blushing. He looks me up and down and I hear him mutter under his breath, "the things I would do to you." My head jerks up and he looks me dead in the eye. His gaze is mischievious, and I can't help but to feel a little... turned on. What? He's CUTE. "Let's take a look," Dr. Oakley says, and I nod, my own eyes filling with lust for this man I've just met. He walks over and stands right in front of me, and leans over to grab a pair of rubber gloves. While doing so, his hand brushes my dick. He looks up at me mock-apologetically.
With his gloves now on, he runs his hands down my chest. "Dr. Oakley..." I start, my voice raspy.
"Shhh," he coos in my ear. "Call me Tyler." Something about the way he said it REALLY turns me on. I can feel pressure building up in my dick, and Tyler notices. I guess that was it for him, because he slams his lips onto mine. "Let's... get you examined." He whispers into my mouth, and I nod. He pushes me over to the exam table and tells me to lay on my stomach. I do what I am told, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Tyler walk over to the door and lock it.
Before I can register what is about to happen, Tyler thrusts two gloved fingers inside of me, moving in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. After a few more seconds, I can't take it anymore. "Tyler... Please... I need..." He seems to understand what I am trying to say, because he peels off his own clothes, leaving on just his boxers. He soon drops them to the floor. God, he has such a good body. My eyes rake up and down him and stop on his quite sizable penis. "Are you ready?" He asks me, and I nod. Tyler slowly pushes inside of me and I can't help but moan. He reaches over and and covers my mouth. "Shhh... Don't let them hear you," he says into my ear. He licks my earlobe, then bites down and gently tugs. I moan into his hand again as he picks up pace, in and out. In and out.
Soon, Tyler is stifling his own moans, and he cums inside of me. All too soon, he pulls out of me, and I whimper. "Don't worry. Sit up." He says. I oblige, and he forcefully kisses me again, swirling his tongue around mine. He breaks off the kiss, and drops down to his knees. I gasp. He takes me inside of his mouth, whirling his tongue around and around the top of my dick. My eyes roll back and throw my head up, moaning. I look down at Tyler, and he's got this huge ass smirk playing on his lips, still around me. Without warning, he bobs his head up and down my length, and I can feel myself hitting the back of Tyler's throat. He doesn't seem to notice. The feeling of his hot breath on me makes me start to quiver, and he continues his slow torture. "Tyler..." I beg, and he wraps his hand around what he can't take in his mouth, and picks up pace, his hand in time with his mouth.
I can feel my release starting at the bottom of my spine, and I clench before spilling into Tylers mouth. He drops me from his mouth and swallows, licking his lips. He stands, and begins to get dressed. I'm still sitting on the exam table, panting more than for my own good. I could pass out from this kind of shallow breathing. After I have calmed down enough, I stand and get dressed. Tyler stands fully dressed, and watches me dress myself. It takes all I have not to run over and press my lips into his. He seems to notice, because just as I am pulling my shirt on, he walks over and cups my face, and runs his tongue over my bottom lip. "Don't worry," he whispers. "This isn't over yet." He presses something into my palm and walks out the door. I am left staring after him in shock, and I look down at what he put in my hand.
7 digits are scrawled onto a small scrap of paper. A smile plays over my mouth, and I fold my arms over my chest, satisfied.
Author's Note
Well there you go, hope you enjoyed that, you thristy bitches ;) please vote and comment, and maybe I'll write something else for you guys <3
