Dr. Cashby [✔]

Chapter Twenty Four: Losing The Bet

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POV from Austin

"Alan? What's wrong?" I asked softly, brushing his hair back a little. Alan flinched and shook his head slightly, pulling away from my body. We were in my office, just discussing life.

"Nothing. I'm just not in the mood." he explained. I frowned, not believing him for a second.

"You can't expect me to believe that, Al." I scolded, standing up as well. Alan rubbed his arms, staring down at his clothing.

"Do I really have to wear this white? It bothers me." Alan whined. I licked my lips tiredly.

"Alan it's the standard patient clothing." I told him, shifting my weight around a little. Alan frowned even deeper and rubbed at his skin.

"Do you think the white looks good on me?" He breathed. I raised my eyebrow.

"Alan, you look good in anyth-"

"Does the white look good on me?" Alan snapped, his glare shocking me. I was speechless.

"W-yeah, Alan. It do-"

"No! You're supposed to say no!" Alan shrieked, pacing. "You're supposed to tell me it's disgusting. You're supposed to tell me it's unattractive. You're supposed to say I look horrible in white. You're supposed to-you're supposed to-I just-I hate this!" Alan yanked at his hair and wailed. I was quick to grab him around his shoulders and stop his frantic self abuse.

"Okay, what the hell happened?" I shouted, making his eyelids flutter shut.

"N-nothing." Alan whispered.

"You can't keep saying that. You have to tell me the truth." I softened my tone when he cowered away. "Alan, please, tell me what's wrong."

Alan's face was now a bright red. His hands shook at his sides and he pressed his hands into his face. "I-I-something happened-" He broke off, giving another sob. I swallowed hard and placed my hand on his shoulder, comforting him. "He just-"

"He just what?" I murmured, rubbing his back gently. Alan's eyes flashed and he glared at me, shoving my arm off him. "I'm sorry." I drew my hand back, but he gripped my wrist viciously.

He eyed me silently before he yanked me forward and pressed his lips against mine. My mind suddenly was blank, going white and just thinking one thing-Alan was kissing me. Why should I care about anything else?

Alan's mouth opened a little more as he tentatively pressed his tongue against my lips. I gripped his hips and angled my head better to press us closer together. I sighed happily, just letting him kiss me, but he aggressively gripped my collar and yanked me over to my desk, placing himself on the edge and dragging me closer. I ended up resting my palms against the edge of the desk as Alan's hands fluttered all around my body, ending up on my belt buckle, whimpering as he pulled away, leaning his head backwards. I pressed my kisses to his throat, sucking gently on his collarbone and to his shoulder, before trailing back up to his neck, nibbling affectionately.

"A-Austin-" Alan panted, pressing his hands to my chest and rubbing them against my pecs tenderly. "Mmm-Austin-"

"What?" I breathed in his ear, running my hands up and down his sides, letting the fabric run up a little so I could see the beginning of his California tattoo.

Alan only moaned again, his fingers tangling in my hair. "Oh my God, Austin." he tossed his head and and pressed me even closer, if that was possible. I felt my heart speed up, but I ignored it, knowing it wouldn't do be any damage. "Please-please fuck me."