The Subscription (Johnlock)

April

"Prostate check in room four." The clinic's clerk handed him a clipboard, and he tried not to sigh. 

Being a doctor was good work overall, and he liked the idea of helping people. There were still things he didn't enjoy, and trying to make men feel at ease while he pushed a lubed, gloved finger up their asshole was at the top of his list. They were invariably nervous, clenched tight, and he had to get them to relax before he could even start the exam.

He pinned on his professional friendly expression as he opened the door, looking down at the clipboard for the client's name. "Good day, Mr. Holmes."

He looked up at the patient, and almost stumbled. Sitting on the exam room table was Sherlock, dressed in only the paper medical gown the clinic provided.

The door closed behind him with a click, making John jump, and Sherlock chuckled at his reaction. "Good day, Dr. Watson."

That voice. Those eyes. That mouth. John swallowed hard, trying to keep from being distracted. "Are you really here for a prostate exam, Sherlock?"

Giving a bit of a naughty grin, Sherlock nodded slowly. "Yes. You can understand, I'm sure, that I need to stay healthy in my line of work."

John sighed. Should he do the exam, or get another doctor in the clinic to? Could he be impartial and do it right? If he asked another doctor to do it, it would lead to questions, and he wasn't even sure of the answers himself. Better to just do this.

"Will you answer my questions?" John finally asked, sitting down on a wheeled stool and glancing at the clipboard.

Sherlock shrugged. "If they are medical questions, and relevant."

John scanned the scant information on the form. His age was five years younger than his own, and a Baker St address was listed as his home. He claimed to be on no prescriptions.

"How long have you been a sex worker?" John asked, taking out what he would need for the exam from a nearby cabinet.

Sherlock didn't seem embarrassed by the question. "Five years or so."

John looked over Sherlock, looking for signs of illness. He appeared to be a healthy, fit man, with clear skin and bright eyes. The only thing that caught his eye were the old scars on his inner arms.

Seeing where he was looking, Sherlock ran a hand over them. "Souvenirs of my foolish youth."

"When was the last time you used drugs?" John asked, trying to keep his tone neutral.

Sherlock glanced to the left before meeting John's gaze again. "Seven years ago."

John nodded, a little surprised the sex work wasn't related to his drug use, like most cases he had seen. "OK, we can do the exam now. Please stand up with your feet shoulder width apart, and bend over to place your elbows on the examination table."

He stood, pulling on latex gloves, and flicking off the top of the medical lube bottle. When he looked back at his patient, he had to make sure he breathed normally.

Sherlock was in the position, the paper hospital gown split along the back to reveal a lot of skin. Most of his ass and his legs were bare, his skin pale with very little hair. His ass was fuller than he expected for such a slim man, a pleasing curve he just wanted to run his hand over.

Pushing a lubed finger against his asshole, John tried to act normal as it sunk in, definitely easier than it did with straight, older patients. Sherlock was obviously no stranger to having his ass prepped for sex, and handled his single finger with no problems, only letting out a small sigh.

"OK, Sherlock? No pain?" John said, keeping still.

"No, Doctor." Sherlock replied, his voice a little breathless.

John did the normal exam, moving his finger until he felt the prostate, and used small circular motions to determine its size and shape. He also pressed on it firmly, making sure it felt right.

Normally, he would remove his finger at this point, and wipe the excess lube off the patient. Turn away to make notes while the patient sat back on the examination table. Made sure they had time to feel comfortable again.

This time, his patient let out a bit of a sigh. Perhaps a moan. "Could you use two fingers, Doctor?"

This wasn't normal medical procedure, but it didn't stop John from lubing up another digit, and pressing them both in slowly. Watching, fascinated, by the way Sherlock took them, shifting a little and pressing back towards John.

John stroked his prostate with both fingers, hoping he was doing it right. This was new territory for him. But soon, Sherlock was breathing faster, and rocking back on his fingers.

"One more, please..." Sherlock gasped, looking over his shoulder at John. His face was a little flushed, his eyes darker, his lips plump.

John was completely hard now, knowing it was crazy to be doing this in his own office. The door was unlocked and could swing open at any time. One glance at them, and it would be obvious what was really happening.

But he still was pushing in a third finger, seeing how Sherlock's breath caught, his small throaty moans. He was so responsive. Sexy sounds John had missed hearing last time on the train.

There was a movement, and John saw that Sherlock was holding a condom package near his shoulder, the implication clear. Sherlock prepped and ready, John aroused, a condom right there...

He pulled his fingers out and removed the gloves. His hands were shaking as he unzipped his trousers, put on the condom, and rubbed lube over it. He was doing this. Really doing this.

A few moments later, he was fully in, breathing hard. Trying not to cum. Tight, hot, incredible. He was fucking Sherlock. Fucking a man. The idea alone was almost enough to send him over the edge.

Sherlock gave an impatient grunt. "John, move... Fuck me...".

This wasn't going to last long. John panted, thrusting hard and fast, with none of his normal finesse or patience. Sherlock was matching his rhythm, softly moaning. He shifted, and John could tell he was stroking himself with one hand, bracing his body with his other arm.

John leaned down, biting into Sherlock's covered shoulder, trying to stifle his noises as his orgasm hit, so powerful he was afraid his knees would give out. Sherlock was shuddering under him, and John planted kisses on the back of his neck. "Yes, Yes, cum for me..."

They caught their breath, weakly chuckling as they pulled apart. John tied off the condom and put it in a tissue. He passed Sherlock some tissues and they both cleaned up.

"At least this time, I didn't cum all over my own clothes." Sherlock smirked, passing John the stained paper gown.

Normally, it would just go into the garbage, but John didn't want to risk it being somehow discovered. He roughly folded it into a small shape, and set it to the side by the condom. He'd have to sneak them out of the clinic when he left tonight.

Knowing Sherlock's habits better by now, John stood by the door as Sherlock dressed, admiring his toned, slim body. When he was done, he walked to John with cheeky smile. "Move out of the way, Doctor."

Shaking his head, John simply gave him a smile. "Not until you do two things. Promise me that we will have more time together next time, somewhere private."

Sherlock's eyebrows lifted at the request. "Hmmm...Fine, I promise. And the second thing?"

"Kiss me." John said, licking his lips unconsciously.

That request got a wide grin, and Sherlock's arms came around him. The kiss was long and deep, exactly what John had wanted. Needed.

Unfortunately, it ended too soon, with Sherlock backing away with a chuckle when John tried to lean in for more. "See you next month, Doctor."

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-A/N: Thanks for reading this story so far.  I hope you are enjoying it.  :D