Dr. Cashby [✔]

Chapter Fourteen: This Is A Hospital, Not A Whore House

Okay, so yes, there is going to be a little bit of smut in this. A little bit of the sexy sex time. Yes, it is going to be poorly written because I am very uncomfortable with writing porn. I cannot do it without walking away while writing the scene, then coming back to it an hour later, shaking my head. If you are uncomfortable with this sex thing, then skip Austin's POV and just read the patient's POV. I'll leave a summary of what happened for those who don't read the sex. Okay. /.\ bye. 

POV from Austin

Alan sat in my office, his hands twisting. We had just finished our session and he was asking if he could have a visitor. 

"It's just Phil." he told me carefully, but I was thinking ahead of the 'simplicity' of things. 

"Alan, I told you already, I have to get him checked out before we're allowed to let him in, due to your current situation-" 

"If you're thinking this was the guy who did what he did to me, you're wrong." Alan mumbled. "It was a different guy." 

I knew that Alan was telling the truth, but I was a bit nervous to just let someone come in and spend time with Alan after a complete stranger to me just walked in and raped my poor Alan. 

"I don't know-" I started, but Alan leaned over and kissed my cheek carefully, his eyes squinting at me in such a way that made me feel like I was the only one in the whole entire world. 

"Please, Doctor Carlile." Alan whispered. "He's the only one that can really talk to me about my past. And maybe, he can convince me to tell you who the person was." Alan looked at me more carefully. "Please?" 

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes. "He's the one who I met before, right?" 

"Yes, mom." Alan teased, leaning back and I felt myself internally give up. 

"Alright, alright. Fine." I grumbled. "Go ahead, call him." 

Alan squealed and grabbed the phone from the desk and quickly punched in numbers. "Phillip! It's me, Alan! Yeah, you got approved to come see me! Yeah! Hurry up!" Alan grinned and hung up the phone. I sighed and looked away, a little jealous. Alan noticed and gently kissed my cheek. "You're cute." He teased. I sank my teeth into my lip and Alan plopped his body down on the desk in front of me and placed his feet on either side of my chair, spinning me slightly with his toes. My eyes never left his. I wanted to kiss him so badly. I wanted to kiss that little smirk off of his lips, I wanted to kiss away the hurt, I wanted to kiss away the barrier that he had up against me. God fucking damn, I wanted to kiss the shit out of him-

"Then do it." Alan challenged. My eyes widened. 

"Did I say that out loud?" I breathed. Alan laughed, tossing his head back slightly. The flirt…

"Of course you did." Alan's nose wrinkled. I grabbed his feet from my chair and pulled, his brown eyes widening from fear as he toppled into my lap-and I kissed him. 

He mewled softly and his arms wrapped around my neck, his fingers running through my hair. I sighed happily and gripped his hips, groping his skin-

"Ow." Alan whimpered, and instantly, I let go.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Alan." I whispered. Alan bit his upper lip looking like a cute little dinosaur, and shook his head. 

"No, no. It's okay. Just kiss me again." 

And kiss him I did. 

Alan's hands skimmed my sides as he slid down so he was in front of me on his knees, looking at me seductively.