The Beginning of Us?

Chapter 4

Ricky’s POV:

Music is pouring out of the house and you could hear the music a mile away. We walk in to the sight of Kian, JC, Sam, and Trevor all singing to the radio and cleaning. My eyes widen in shock and I hear Connor gasp in shock. When Connor goes to say something I cover his mouth with my hand and pull him back outside. I close the door and we start laughing at the site we just saw. Connor attempts to speak and then points to the car. We race each other to the car and hope in.

“Well that’s a site you don’t see every day!”

“Can we talk about what they were wearing?” I ask.

“They need to burn those booty shorts and tank tops. Why were they wearing that?”

“For a video maybe?” I questioningly say, shrugging my shoulders. I glance at the time and notice it is around 11:40.

“Shit,” I mutter as I start the car and begin backing up.

“What? Ricky what’s wrong? Hello? Where are we going?”

“I just realized that I was supposed to be at the doctor’s office at 11:30!”

“Chill, it’s okay you are just going to be late.”

“I don’t like being late, you know that.”

“I know, but it is cute when you are aggravated and frustrated. It’s a good look on you,” Connor says with a wink. That causes my dick to respond and I bite my lip to keep from screaming from the pain. I then just roll my eyes at him and keep driving. We finally get to the office by twelve.

“Are you coming in?”

“Ummm.”

“You don’t have to, I know how much you hate doctor’s offices.”

“I’ll come, how long will it take?”

“At max thirty minutes.” We both get out of the car and head to the front door. I spot my doctor’s receptionist, third room down. I go to her area with Connor practically walking on my heels. 

“Hey Ricky,” she says with a stunning smile. “Go ahead and sit down we need to update your information.”

“Okie dokie,” I say to her as I take the chair on the left and Connor sits in the other one.

“So... Umm, have you had any surgeries since the last time you visited?”

“Nope.”

“Any sexual intercourse with a female or male?”

“Yes,” Connor picks his head up to look at me in shock after I answered her. I give him a smirk and a wink before continuing to answer her questions.

“What is the reason you are here today?”

“Um, check up,” I lie, because I don’t want Connor to know the truth. At least not yet...

“Sign this please,” she asks before paging Dr.Smith.

“Okay Ricky, Dr.Smith will see you now. Second door on the right and your friend will have to wait in the waiting room.” Connor heads towards the waiting room and I go to see Dr.Smith. The room is a light blue color with no windows, a table for the patient, a sink, and  a chair for the doctor. I sit on the table and pull my phone to get on twitter or something. The door opens and Dr.Smith comes in. He is about thirty years old married with three kids that all play some kind of sport.

“Hey Ricky, how are you today?”

“I’m doing okay, I guess.”

“My receptionist said you came in for a check up?” He asks me as if he knows that is not true.

“The guy I like is with me and I didn’t want him to know about this... Issue.”

“Oh, I understand. So just tell me what is wrong or happening?” This one of the reasons I love Dr.Smith, he doesn’t care that I’m gay and he is just really supportive of everything.

“Well sir, this is kinda awkward and weird to talk about, but I’m having a problem keeping my dick in line. I mean I get erections all the time and the simplest of words or movements cause me to become hard.”

“Lots of young boys have this issue, majority of the time it is just hormones. How often does this happen?”

“Daily? At least three times a day, which is a good day for me. It has gotten worse over the past couple of weeks.”

“Why did you not come see me when it first started?”

“I thought I was just being a boy.”

“Okay, well we are going to have to run some test and we should know by then if something is wrong or not.” 

“The sooner this is solved the sooner I can relax, because I don’t want my friends or fans to know.”

“Understand. I have three tests I need you to do. First we need some of your blood, second we need you to pee in this cup, and third I need a swab of secretion. Can you do this?”

“What other choice do I have? I need to know what is wrong.”

 

Connor’s POV: 

He has been back there for like forty-five minutes. Seriously!? What is taking him so long? He knows I hate doctor’s offices... When I finally decide to go to the car, he comes out the door.

“Ready to go?” He ask me.

“Definitely. Lets get out of here. I think I’m hungry again.”

“Fine, you pick where to eat and I’ll pay.”

“A cute boy and free food, why would I say no!?” I say bounding out the door. Does this count as a date, because I’m counting it as one.

 

Author's Note:

So what is wrong with Ricky? Anyone know? Leave your answer in the comments!

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